<?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-8851545156310480730</id><updated>2011-10-04T22:11:55.641-07:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif Mi familia'/><category term='the big six'/><category term='Memory Hunting'/><category term='Cakies'/><category term='circle of friends'/><category term='home sweet home'/><category term='crafting'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='I love benny'/><category term='Adventures out'/><category term='Everyday'/><category term='Part Texan'/><category term='God is big'/><category term='in my tummy'/><category term='this is me'/><category term='both Babycakies'/><category 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>381</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-7204137883454455309</id><published>2011-09-05T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:16:12.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/6117796116/" title="hanging out by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6062/6117796116_856e857e8b_o.jpg" alt="hanging out" height="432" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-7204137883454455309?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7204137883454455309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=7204137883454455309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7204137883454455309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7204137883454455309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-few-days-of-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-9114503069890130204</id><published>2011-09-04T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:15:57.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/6117249431/" title="hanging out by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6198/6117249431_ec13d794a3_o.jpg" alt="hanging out" height="433" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-9114503069890130204?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/9114503069890130204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=9114503069890130204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/9114503069890130204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/9114503069890130204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2011/09/me-and-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6342592344323206912</id><published>2010-06-10T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T16:24:25.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mi familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><title type='text'>aun-tia suzi came and went</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aun-tia Suzi, Ben's sister, came in on Monday and left on Thursday, but we jam packed as much as we can in her few short days here. It pretty much involved lots of eating... we hit up &lt;a href="http://www.in-n-out.com/"&gt;in-n-out&lt;/a&gt; (of course), &lt;a href="http://www.joesushi.com/"&gt;Joe's Sushi&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://sprinklescupcakes.com"&gt;Sprinkles&lt;/a&gt;. She left Sprinkles with 7 cupcakes all for herself! I guess that is what happens when there is no Sprinkles in San Antonio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4689494460/" title="happy for sushi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4689494460_e30654e429_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="happy for sushi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4689495662/" title="my little brave by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4689495662_74b5c964a6_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="my little brave" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4688862103/" title="excited for sprinkles by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4688862103_45cfd5dbe0_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="excited for sprinkles" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4689496426/" title="devouring her cupcake by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4689496426_cf1332495b_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="devouring her cupcake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4687726767/" title="hanging around by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/4687726767_94e3eb5b99_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="hanging around" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4688862819/" title="waiting for auntia  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1284/4688862819_3bd2bae2f1_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="waiting for auntia " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4689494938/" title="yum by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1280/4689494938_d8ec923201_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="yum" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4688863183/" title="auntia suzi and soul by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4688863183_33619e6025_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="auntia suzi and soul" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soul loved meeting her Aun-tia for the very first time and True and Brave had a blast playing with her all the day long! They already told me that they miss their Aun-tia and want her to come back!!! &lt;i&gt;We love you Aun-tia Suzi!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-6342592344323206912?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6342592344323206912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6342592344323206912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6342592344323206912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6342592344323206912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/06/aun-tia-suzi-came-and-went.html' title='aun-tia suzi came and went'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4689494460_e30654e429_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-5306117042655309388</id><published>2010-06-10T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T16:01:36.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>sheesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This little Soul is one eager beaver to get caught up to her two big sisters. Last week it was crawling, now this week it is pulling herself up to stand (and not just in her &lt;a href="http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-shes-up.html"&gt;play yard&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4687728293/" title="she pulls herself up to stand by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4687728293_b179b8a531_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="she pulls herself up to stand" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4688362156/" title="standing by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4688362156_12f89f9458_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="standing" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still haven't even got caught up with a picture of her crawling and she is already standing! Wherever she is, she will crawl to a place where there is somewhere to put her hands, so she can lift her chubby self up. I thought she was gonna be a slow mover cause of her chubbiness, but it seems her weight is no match for her will. This girl is moving... and fast! At this rate, she will be going off to college at the age of 5! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-5306117042655309388?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5306117042655309388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=5306117042655309388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5306117042655309388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5306117042655309388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/06/sheesh.html' title='sheesh'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4687728293_b179b8a531_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-3753162951344173937</id><published>2010-06-04T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:51:55.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>and she's up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4669601732/" title="outgrown co-sleeper by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1277/4669601732_bf1fda2f1f_b.jpg" alt="outgrown co-sleeper" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can no longer use the co-sleeper cause this little one is a climber! She even climbs up and stands in the play yard. The co-sleeper is now put away. I got kinda sad because if Soul is our last one, that was the last time it would be used by us. Ah! This baby phase goes by too fast, but we aren't sure if we are gonna go for that fourth. We will see what God wants...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh! And did I tell you? She is a crawler. Yup! She is everywhere and into everything. Send in the border patrol, cause this little one needs it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-3753162951344173937?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3753162951344173937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=3753162951344173937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3753162951344173937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3753162951344173937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-shes-up.html' title='and she&apos;s up'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1277/4669601732_bf1fda2f1f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-8637754658857816094</id><published>2010-06-03T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:37:53.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>six...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4666100333/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1272/4666100333_6e932ab868_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="soul and boogie" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{six months}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4666100333/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4587684428/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4587684428_af90f1e394_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="soul and boogie" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{five months}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4587684428/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4587058513/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4587058513_5c0f6f3890_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="soul and boogie" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{four months}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4587058513/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4405108019/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4405108019_6ac610ffc6_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="soul and boogie" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{three months}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4405108019/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4327979839/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2699/4327979839_b579758f2b_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="soul and boogie" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{two months}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4327979839/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4251912061/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/4251912061_c7852fc74e_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="soul and boogie" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{one month}&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/8851545156310480730-8637754658857816094?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8637754658857816094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=8637754658857816094' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8637754658857816094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8637754658857816094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/06/six_03.html' title='six...'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1272/4666100333_6e932ab868_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-5775172251464114844</id><published>2010-05-12T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:13:48.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>in position</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4601974486/" title="getting ready by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1354/4601974486_b3759c3073_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="getting ready" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She can get her legs under her and she is in position to start crawling. It is just a matter of time. It is making this mama a wee bit nervous. How can she grow so fast?!! She's my baby!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-5775172251464114844?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5775172251464114844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=5775172251464114844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5775172251464114844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5775172251464114844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-position.html' title='in position'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1354/4601974486_b3759c3073_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6536374954134466992</id><published>2010-05-06T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:36:41.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>not ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ben and I are pretty structured people, so as soon as Brave and True were sleeping through the night, they were moved out of our room into their own crib, in their own room. For True this happened at 2 months, for Brave 5 months, so we know Soulie's time is coming soon. I don't think I will be ready. We aren't sure if we are gonna go for the fourth, right now it looks unlikely, but only God knows right? So with Soulie growing so fast, I don't think I am ready for her to not be a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weekends ago, we finally fixed up Brave's vintage bed that we had sitting outside forever. Ben scraped and sealed it, then we took it up to True's room to get ready for Brave to move in with True. They were both so excited. I was too, but then when it came time to put them to bed together at night, I realized I wasn't ready. I was dreading this next step. The girls were happy and had cute conversations as they both laid down in each of their own beds. Their conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True: Brave, I have a picture of my mommy and papi.&lt;br /&gt;Brave: I have a picture of Bravey.&lt;br /&gt;True: Goodnight Brave.&lt;br /&gt;Brave: Goodnight True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True: I have my own bed over here.&lt;br /&gt;Brave: Now, I have my own bed too.&lt;br /&gt;True: Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Brave: Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both did well that night, though True did cry for a bit, but Brave fell right asleep in her own little big girl bed. The next morning we heard them wake up and immediately start playing together. Ben and I were both so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening when it came time to put them to bed again, well, we put Brave back in the crib in her own room. Ben and I were not ready for them to share just yet. It felt like they were such big girls and we weren't ready for that. I particularly wasn't ready. Brave wasn't happy with the decision to go back in the crib, but we told her, "If you want to sleep in your big bed and share a room with True, you have to go poo poo and pee pee in the potty all the time. Okay?" So that's the deal. Once she gets this whole potty thing down, it will be off to the shared room she goes. I am kinda nervous. She has gone #1 &amp;amp; #2 in the potty for two days... I guess she is highly motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though until she has got the potty thing down, this side of the room will be patiently waiting for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4584710373/" title="change by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4584710373_424f1404dd_b.jpg" alt="change" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-6536374954134466992?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6536374954134466992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6536374954134466992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6536374954134466992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6536374954134466992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-ready.html' title='not ready'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4584710373_424f1404dd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-7896504746854988143</id><published>2010-04-29T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T15:54:41.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>her four-to booth birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After her Auntie Linda's &lt;a href="http://richellephant.blogspot.com/2010/04/el-john-la-linda.html"&gt;wedding&lt;/a&gt;, which had a &lt;a href="http://photoboothlove.com/"&gt;photo booth&lt;/a&gt; for guests to enjoy, True was asking for a photo booth for her birthday. Ben and I were originally going to take her to watch a local musical, but after this request, our minds started spinning. Hm... a photo booth. Believe it or not, Ben even thought about buying one, just &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; about it though, after talking to a few experts (and seeing the price), we decided against it. Though if it was photo booth that she wanted, well by golly, it is photo booth that she was gonna get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Saturday before her actual birthday was when her photo booth adventure was going to take place. It all started with her card, which was a photo booth strip of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563859680/in/set-72157623833308215/"&gt;Ben and me&lt;/a&gt;, and we gave it to her first to start it all off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563226099/" title="her card came in this by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4563226099_b4c8183433_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="her card came in this" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563188351/" title="her card to start  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/4563188351_6a26fbbc10_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="her card to start " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, we made her close her eyes and took her to our own homemade photo booth to kick off the picture taking frenzy! She was so so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563188351/" title="her card to start  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563187933/" title="her own photo booth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4563187933_4afcefacb6_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="her own photo booth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was us in our homemade photo booth. We hung up fabric to make an enclosed area, used our macbook in front of us to take the pictures, then photoshopped it into strips, and we printed it onto photo paper, cut it out, and voila! Our homemade photo booth pictures, not to bad, eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563187933/" title="her own photo booth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563859446/" title="home photo booth strips by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/4563859446_d707ba9ab9_o.jpg" width="450" height="763" alt="home photo booth strips" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we gave her the next surprise, which was a small vintage suitcase full of goodies. She opened each different goody all throughout the day to help aid in the dress up photo bonanza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563859446/" title="home photo booth strips by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563817508/" title="her vintage suitcase filled with treats by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/4563817508_5b54278b41_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="her vintage suitcase filled with treats" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563225349/" title="all the goodies in her suitcase by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3001/4563225349_7afe75846a_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="all the goodies in her suitcase" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First stop: &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz_redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.cuephotostudio.com&amp;amp;src_bizid=VPuO6qqv9egoaKbQ1qiF0Q&amp;amp;cachebuster=1272569492"&gt;Cue&lt;/a&gt;, a Japanese photo booth studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563225349/" title="all the goodies in her suitcase by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4561134427/" title="cue  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3007/4561134427_b02aa4e793_o.jpg" width="450" height="547" alt="cue " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was pretty crazy because the instructions are in Japanese, which I don't understand, and there is so much going on. You have to pick &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563820990/in/set-72157623833308215/"&gt;backgrounds&lt;/a&gt;, colors, and get to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563189693/in/set-72157623833308215/"&gt;digitally draw&lt;/a&gt; on your pictures. It was crazy &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563820494/in/set-72157623833308215/"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;! The girls loved drawing on their pictures. These pictures are also cool because they are stickers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4561134427/" title="cue  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563860074/" title="cue photo booth pictures by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/4563860074_b6e7fabe86_o.jpg" width="450" height="611" alt="cue photo booth pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next stop: &lt;a href="http://www.boomersparks.com/"&gt;Boomers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563860074/" title="cue photo booth pictures by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4561135103/" title="boomers by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/4561135103_5aca0845fa_o.jpg" width="450" height="547" alt="boomers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True opened up some more treats from her suitcase: party hats, homemade wool felt beards, and princess dress-up items. Everyone was getting into the dressing up and making silly faces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4561135103/" title="boomers by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563226471/" title="boomers photo booth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/4563226471_e703774682_o.jpg" width="450" height="536" alt="boomers photo booth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563859314/" title="boomers photo booth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3187/4563859314_ca45401e4b_o.jpg" width="450" height="536" alt="boomers photo booth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563859060/" title="boomers photo booth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4563859060_7784032fab_o.jpg" width="450" height="536" alt="boomers photo booth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next stop: &lt;a href="http://www.scandiafun.com/"&gt;Scandia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563859060/" title="boomers photo booth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4561763106/" title="scandia by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3381/4561763106_3c34e63d2c_o.jpg" width="450" height="547" alt="scandia" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here she opened up: clown noses, big glasses, funny eyes glasses, and glasses with a funny nose. Our favorite here was the funny eye glasses because as soon as we put them on, we couldn't see a thing and we were all just laughing and laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4561763106/" title="scandia by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563226391/" title="scandia photo booth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4563226391_1a1daea615_o.jpg" width="450" height="450" alt="scandia photo booth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soul was a pretty good sport throughout all of this. She was fed after each picture taking session and didn't mind being in and out of the car seat all day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last stop: &lt;a href="http://www.acehotel.com/"&gt;Ace Hotel&lt;/a&gt; in Palm Springs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563226391/" title="scandia photo booth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4561763798/" title="ace hotel by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3643/4561763798_d740b59842_o.jpg" width="450" height="547" alt="ace hotel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was were we &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wanted to go as we knew they had the vintage photo booth, but the machine was out of order and they were expecting the technician to come fix it that day. So we kept calling and calling to see if it had gotten serviced. As we were leaving Scandia, Ben called one last time to see if if the machine had gotten fixed, and lo and behold the booth technician just got there. Thus, we decided to make the long trek to Palm Springs. Hoping it would be up and running upon our arrival. Thankfully it was and boy was this the dreamiest booth ever! Oh vintage photo booth... we love you so so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4561763798/" title="ace hotel by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563227503/" title="ace hotel photo booth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/4563227503_8e80363817_o.jpg" width="450" height="569" alt="ace hotel photo booth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563859804/" title="ace hotel photo booth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3279/4563859804_b6d2508813_o.jpg" width="450" height="805" alt="ace hotel photo booth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The birthday girl was the happiest camper around and was excited to be going home with a stack of photographs to tape up right next to her bed. She kept EE-ing and AH-ing with excitement the whole ride home!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563859804/" title="ace hotel photo booth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563818264/" title="ace hotel by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/4563818264_b8db3a91fe_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="ace hotel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4563825566/" title="the birthday girl by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4563825566_ea0c3af7cc_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="the birthday girl" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'Twas a lovely &lt;i&gt;four-to&lt;/i&gt; booth birthday adventure with our little baby who is now a little girl. I can hardly believe she is 4! She got all she wished for this birthday... a photo booth, camera, and sushi. All simple, but sweet. If you want to see just a smidge bit more pictures of our fun day, check &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/sets/72157623833308215/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-7896504746854988143?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7896504746854988143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=7896504746854988143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7896504746854988143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7896504746854988143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/04/her-four-to-booth-birthday.html' title='her four-to booth birthday'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4563226099_b4c8183433_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-5942194035586217284</id><published>2010-03-18T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:29:02.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><title type='text'>yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am very much still alive. I know I have been horrible at our family blog, but with three kids time is a bit more tricky to find for myself. Thus, if I am not blogging here, read &lt;a href="http://mycakies.blogspot.com"&gt;Cakies&lt;/a&gt; because I am for sure blogging there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4443505837/" title="my three babies by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2803/4443505837_c55d14078f_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="my three babies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will update soon with lots of caught memories that are long overdue! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-5942194035586217284?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5942194035586217284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=5942194035586217284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5942194035586217284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5942194035586217284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes.html' title='yes'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2803/4443505837_c55d14078f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-7051093811131759599</id><published>2010-01-19T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:20:01.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4285271413/" title="angry by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2700/4285271413_32a0f64298_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="angry" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty much all evening long. Then, she settles down and goes to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-7051093811131759599?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7051093811131759599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=7051093811131759599' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7051093811131759599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7051093811131759599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/01/angry.html' title='angry'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2700/4285271413_32a0f64298_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-7068761942580545457</id><published>2010-01-18T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:26:46.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love benny'/><title type='text'>taking turns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ben and I had date night on Friday. We ate yummy cajun seafood. I, actually &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt;, have been craving it forever. This our first time leaving Soul together. She did well with Auntie RJ and Grammie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4284927989/" title="me and my man by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4284927989_fa7647b8e9_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="me and my man" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Sunday afternoon, Ben had a date with his two big girls. They went to see The Princess and the Frog. These two are definitely Papi's little princesses. They came home telling me about the princess kissing the frog. That seems to be all they remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4287706889/" title="date night with their papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4287706889_ffec654862_o.jpg" width="450" height="547" alt="date night with their papi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4287706577/" title="date night with their papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4287706577_7f4c027dbf_o.jpg" width="450" height="547" alt="date night with their papi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4287706311/" title="date night with their papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4287706311/" title="date night with their papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4287706311_533fb8d0a2_o.jpg" width="450" height="547" alt="date night with their papi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We love taking turns having date nights with our main man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-7068761942580545457?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7068761942580545457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=7068761942580545457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7068761942580545457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7068761942580545457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-turns.html' title='taking turns'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4284927989_fa7647b8e9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-4590311854029165970</id><published>2010-01-13T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:39:20.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><title type='text'>go spurs go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We introduced Soul to the San Antonio Spurs. She is their littlest-biggest fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4272711875/" title="her first san antonio spurs game by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4272711875_ab9b8208e3_b.jpg" alt="her first san antonio spurs game" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4272712567/" title="soul and papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/4272712567_8b68b4183b_b.jpg" alt="soul and papi" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4272711495/" title="cheering their team as they play by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2468/4272711495_232df4a07d_b.jpg" alt="cheering their team as they play" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Big sisters played as they watched the game. What can I say?!! They are girls and can multi-task. They can cheer the Spurs and have a picnic all at the same time. It was fun having all of us decked out in our little outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Spurs Go!!!&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/8851545156310480730-4590311854029165970?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4590311854029165970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=4590311854029165970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4590311854029165970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4590311854029165970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-spurs-so.html' title='go spurs go'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4272711875_ab9b8208e3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-2776508969107664739</id><published>2010-01-13T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:40:49.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>wrapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245933198/" title="wrapped tightly by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4245933198_3e0029e920_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="wrapped tightly" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245933198/" title="wrapped tightly by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will be sad when the day comes that she will be too big to be swaddled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-2776508969107664739?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2776508969107664739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=2776508969107664739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2776508969107664739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2776508969107664739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrapped.html' title='wrapped'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4245933198_3e0029e920_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-8260453300173867057</id><published>2010-01-06T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:48:37.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>cleansing the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For some reason, Ben and I always give our children their first baths late. True had hers at like 2 months and she had to settle for lots of sponge baths and wipe downs before that. Brave got hers at a little over 1 month and now it was Soul's turn. Luckily, she got hers at one month and it was definitely about time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first bath wasn't so bad, some crying here and some quiet moments there, but overall my little Soul did pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4252702128/" title="first bath by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4252702128_ac789c72f0_b.jpg" alt="first bath" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4252702518/" title="doesn't like bath by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2754/4252702518_9d00e4db6a_b.jpg" alt="doesn't like bath" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4252702900/" title="first bath by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2682/4252702900_391dfa1c04_b.jpg" alt="first bath" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4251931607/" title="after her first bath by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2678/4251931607_c2b4fa7f55_b.jpg" alt="after her first bath" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4251932107/" title="finally... clothes.  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4251932107_133b0f9712_b.jpg" alt="finally... clothes. " height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, my baby is so fresh and so clean clean! Well, until her next spit up, which in this case was right after she got her clean shirt on. This little baby spits up so much! I don't remember the other girls being like that, but every kid is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spit up or clean, my baby still smells pretty good.&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/8851545156310480730-8260453300173867057?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8260453300173867057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=8260453300173867057' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8260453300173867057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8260453300173867057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/01/cleansing-soul.html' title='cleansing the soul'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4252702128_ac789c72f0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-1847906852864060897</id><published>2010-01-03T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:29:41.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>one month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4252681440/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4252681440_6408657c1d_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="soul and boogie" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4251912061/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4251912061/" title="soul and boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/4251912061_c7852fc74e_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="soul and boogie" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-1847906852864060897?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1847906852864060897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=1847906852864060897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/1847906852864060897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/1847906852864060897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-month.html' title='one month'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4252681440_6408657c1d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-5719314771281585621</id><published>2010-01-02T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:35:24.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mi familia'/><title type='text'>51</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grumpy turned 51 and we all went to the park for a picnic to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245173477/" title="grammie and grumpy by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4245173477_6a7d088449_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="grammie and grumpy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245174187/" title="grammie and soul by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245174187/" title="grammie and soul by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4245174187_1f89e6c8c8_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="grammie and soul" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245175025/" title="looking at grammie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4245175025_207e79cabb_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="looking at grammie" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245945700/" title="my ballerina baby sister by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4245945700_032dffd21f_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="my ballerina baby sister" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Praise God for giving my Dad 51 years of life and may the rest of his life be even more fruitful in loving and enjoying God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-5719314771281585621?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5719314771281585621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=5719314771281585621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5719314771281585621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5719314771281585621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/01/51.html' title='51'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4245173477_6a7d088449_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-3961963609187813693</id><published>2010-01-01T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:43:48.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><title type='text'>our rockin' new  year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For New Year's Eve we do something we call "Club Bratcher." We dress up in our silliest outfit, eat some black-eyed peas, then blast some &lt;a href="http://www.blackeyedpeas.com/"&gt;Black Eyed Peas&lt;/a&gt; and dance the night away. This year we even had a strobe light! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To help get our party started, I made a colorful garland to string above our dinner table...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245158321/" title="new year's eve garland by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4245158321_ecfd061706_b.jpg" alt="new year's eve garland" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245158321/" title="new year's eve garland by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True made a "Happy New Year" sign...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245158321/" title="new year's eve garland by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4245935198_65381581b1_b.jpg" alt="happy new year" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girls got a New Year present, which was a new sketchbook for the new year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245158321/" title="new year's eve garland by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245159659/" title="new year's presents by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4245159659_12f2aabc5a_b.jpg" alt="new year's presents" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ben made &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/bobby-flay/grilled-insalata-di-mare-recipe/reviews/index.html"&gt;Grilled Insalata Di Mare&lt;/a&gt;, which is seriously so yum that everyone must try it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245159659/" title="new year's presents by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245162809/" title="new year's eve dinner by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4245162809_1f2fa8c270_b.jpg" alt="new year's eve dinner" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, he also made &lt;a href="http://www.foodandwine.com/recipes/new-years-day-black-eyed-peas"&gt;black-eyed peas&lt;/a&gt; as it is tradition to have that before we dance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245162809/" title="new year's eve dinner by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245163379/" title="new year's eve dinner by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4245163379_f3c271939e_b.jpg" alt="new year's eve dinner" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After we all indulged in the yummy food, we got the party started and danced...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245163379/" title="new year's eve dinner by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245927658/" title="dancing by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4050/4245927658_55e39b31a1_b.jpg" alt="dancing" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And danced...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245927658/" title="dancing by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245166035/" title="dancing the night away by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4245166035_22bd17ee7f_b.jpg" alt="dancing the night away" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And danced...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245166035/" title="dancing the night away by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245939336/" title="dancing the night away by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4245939336_d8f5dd1bda_b.jpg" alt="dancing the night away" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, actually Ben and I got out-danced by Brave and True as we were exhausted, but the strobe light was giving them some magical energy despite the late hour. Nevertheless, we all rocked the night away and rang in the New Year together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245939336/" title="dancing the night away by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4245168971/" title="we rock by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4245168971_edb3bdb7b6_b.jpg" alt="we rock" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've got a feeling 2010 will bring lots of good things. It already started pretty great!!!&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/8851545156310480730-3961963609187813693?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3961963609187813693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=3961963609187813693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3961963609187813693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3961963609187813693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-rockin-new-year.html' title='our rockin&apos; new  year'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4245158321_ecfd061706_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-4656023203839943353</id><published>2009-12-30T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:47:25.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>doctor visit #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week, I took Soul to her second doctor visit. Not quite ready to venture out with three kids, their Auntie RJ (and Reinna) slept over so they could babysit. Soul is pretty good in the car, not much crying as long as she is fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this visit, Soul was 3 weeks old and had already gained 2 more pounds and grew 1 inch. Dr. Kwan told us that usually at this visit they should be back to birth weight, but this little one has already surpassed it. I have a feeling this one is going to have a little chubby phase like Brave did, though just like the older two, will fall off the growth chart because she will probably be super petite like the older two too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223092809/" title="hello world by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4223092809_28c85fd3d6_b.jpg" alt="hello world" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223857080/" title="her little foot by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4223857080_7430d420a5_b.jpg" alt="her little foot" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223092279/" title="sweet soul-y by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2799/4223092279_5d06aa21ea_b.jpg" alt="sweet soul-y" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are so enjoying this newborn time. I know that in no time she will be running around (and fighting) with her older sisters.&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/8851545156310480730-4656023203839943353?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4656023203839943353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=4656023203839943353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4656023203839943353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4656023203839943353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/doctor-visit-2.html' title='doctor visit #2'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4223092809_28c85fd3d6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-1083368321405575999</id><published>2009-12-28T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:38:32.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>puzzling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of Ben's students at work were so kind to give us a large gift basket of Dr. Seuss stuff. In it was a puzzle and immediately True went to work. Our little big girl completed her first puzzle all by herself. She was quite proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223883810/" title="her first puzzle by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4223883810_f7345f63c9_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="her first puzzle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223120097/" title="proud of her accomplishment by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4223120097_94337d2985_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="proud of her accomplishment" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were very proud of her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-1083368321405575999?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1083368321405575999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=1083368321405575999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/1083368321405575999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/1083368321405575999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/puzzling.html' title='puzzling'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4223883810_f7345f63c9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-5339030068972550420</id><published>2009-12-25T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:35:15.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our Christmas morning started off late as we ended &lt;a href="http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-late-night.html"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/a&gt; really late, nevertheless we were all pretty excited to see our full stockings and what Santa brought the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223094789/" title="stuffed stockings by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/4223094789_14dac1ba87_b.jpg" alt="stuffed stockings" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223865892/" title="santa dropped by by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4223865892_7c8f68c6f9_b.jpg" alt="santa dropped by" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We all quickly ate breakfast and was anxiously awaiting for Papi to be finished doing whatever he was doing in the garage, so that we could get the party started! I knew he must have been working on my Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223095243/" title="waiting patiently to open presents\ by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4223095243_c8bdd28068_b.jpg" alt="waiting patiently to open presents\" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kids are funny cause initially I think they like the actual opening more than the actual gift. Each girl got three gifts from us, one from Santa, and stocking stuffers. We tried to get True and Brave similar things otherwise WWIII would ensue and for the sake of the world, we can't let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223096129/" title="opening presents by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2720/4223096129_6f44a3cbe7_b.jpg" alt="opening presents" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brave was adorable cause she immediately loved her &lt;a href="http://jessbrowndesign.com/home.php"&gt;Jess Brown doll&lt;/a&gt; and named her Ballerina. My kids definitely got our naming skills... they go with the untraditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223104315/" title="brave's christmas present by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2744/4223104315_8b823f5548_b.jpg" alt="brave's christmas present" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had two requests for Christmas: 1. Email our wedding videographers 2. A chalkboard canvas.  Of course, in true Ben nature, he delivered. I love them both, but I am still waiting for the email back from the videographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223868000/" title="my christmas present by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4223868000_28bcd1c904_b.jpg" alt="my christmas present" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was also our little Soul's first Christmas and she was oblivious to everything around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223866982/" title="my girls on christmas morning by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2696/4223866982_ab6510a00e_b.jpg" alt="my girls on christmas morning" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After all the present opening, we immediately had to get dressed to head over to my Aunt and Uncle's. True and Brave were so cute in their French vintage dresses. I so wish that they still sold clothes that looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223096633/" title="the big girls by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2705/4223096633_1b0a2ac687_b.jpg" alt="the big girls" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a vintage dress for Soul, but didn't stress in altering it to fit her teeny tiny frame, so I will just save it for next Christmas. Plus, she was swaddled up the whole day anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223097207/" title="the sisters by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4223097207_bbc3932f32_b.jpg" alt="the sisters" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my Aunt's and ate more food, opened more presents, played fun games and then headed home to have our own little family celebration. Ben cooked a simple meal and we just spent the evening together with a fire and a good movie. Well, Ben and I had time to throw in a fight between the two of us too, but I guess sometimes things like that just happen. Thankfully, Christ was born on Christmas so that he could come into the world to save us from sin, the kind of sin like pride that happens during a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223862174/" title="brave chowing down on christmas by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2505/4223862174_35646c1c03_b.jpg" alt="brave chowing down on christmas" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223099539/" title="our simple christmas dinner by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4223099539_9116e47ffb_b.jpg" alt="our simple christmas dinner" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223861534/" title="christmas morning by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2565/4223861534_7302827014_b.jpg" alt="christmas morning" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was definitely a special Christmas with our new family of five. We definitely had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; Merry Christmas!!!&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/8851545156310480730-5339030068972550420?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5339030068972550420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=5339030068972550420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5339030068972550420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5339030068972550420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-christmas.html' title='our christmas'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/4223094789_14dac1ba87_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-5154574791559984728</id><published>2009-12-24T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:12:44.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'twas a late night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas Eve was spent at Grammie and Grumpy's house. My mom of course prepared a wonderful meal fit for a king! She does not have the word simple in her vocabulary and I am sure not going to complain about that as I got to indulge into a ginormous lobster. It was so delicious! The two little ones even got their own cornish hens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223100135/" title="cornish hen for brave and true by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2670/4223100135_10bf746b36_b.jpg" alt="cornish hen for brave and true" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223864574/" title="grammie made one for each of them by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/4223864574_bc87fbe53d_b.jpg" alt="grammie made one for each of them" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223864024/" title="simple is not in her vocabulary by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4223864024_26782f7ba2_b.jpg" alt="simple is not in her vocabulary" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the delicious feasting, my dad had a message on "Christian Giving vs. Christmas Giving" and it is something we definitly should work on. For me, I have been planning what gifts to give since summer time, but have failed to plan how to give like how Christ commands. I definitely need to work on being a Christian giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, around midnight we opened presents. True and Brave (and Soul) of course were blessed with presents galore. They kept opening, and opening, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and opening&lt;/span&gt;. It seemed to never end. Ben and I got some cool things too! Thanks to me and RJ exchanging our wish lists and reporting that to our parents. That's right, even at 28, I gave my parents a wish list! Not just for things I wish for, but even things I like for the girls. They did a good job in trying to support our toy philosophy and buying things handmade, even if they did throw in a few other things for good measure. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks Mom and Dad (Grammie &amp;amp; Grumpy), Creinna, Richendrew, and Fayan... we love everything (even the Elmo)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4223102141/" title="tired girls on christmas eve by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2622/4223102141_ba747d5619_b.jpg" alt="tired girls on christmas eve" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We ended the night extremely exhausted, but had full tummies and happy hearts!&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/8851545156310480730-5154574791559984728?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5154574791559984728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=5154574791559984728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5154574791559984728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5154574791559984728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-late-night.html' title='&apos;twas a late night'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2670/4223100135_10bf746b36_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6612215012215992736</id><published>2009-12-18T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:27:55.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the big sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4195969250/" title="sisters during lunch by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4195969250_f4ec88e83a_b.jpg" alt="sisters during lunch" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They are the best of friends and the best of enemies. They laugh and play all day long, but when they fight it kinda drives me crazy. Oh boy! Nevertheless, I love them both so much.&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/8851545156310480730-6612215012215992736?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6612215012215992736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6612215012215992736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6612215012215992736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6612215012215992736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-sisters.html' title='the big sisters'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4195969250_f4ec88e83a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6607415381420561459</id><published>2009-12-11T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:27:28.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's thirty-five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I met him he was 26. Several years and three kids later, he is now in his mid-thirties. Before you know it, he will be in his mid-forties, but will always be looking younger than ever. I am pretty sure it is because he loads up on tons of anti-oxidants daily, thus have lots of things fighting those free radicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like tradition, he got his breakfast in bed. He kept insisting that I not make it seeing how I am the one doing the round the clock feedings, but it is tradition and I love him so much that I just had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4183135078/" title="ben's birthday breakfast by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2502/4183135078_d7e41f1263_b.jpg" alt="ben's birthday breakfast" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4183122954/" title="sharing his breakfast by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2708/4183122954_783fb2b77f_b.jpg" alt="sharing his breakfast" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4182361161/" title="sharing his breakfast by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2668/4182361161_d54e2a2996_b.jpg" alt="sharing his breakfast" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During the day, he did things that needed to be taken care of and spent the afternoon with True working on the garden. It was definitely a more low-key birthday than last year, but with a newborn and it being so cold, we didn't have many options. Nevertheless, we had an evening full of family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a fire, did our Christmas advent, ordered in lots of sushi, sang happy birthday with his favorite cupcakes, gave him a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sew&lt;/span&gt;prise, and watched Home Alone. It was just Papi and all of his girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4182373553/" title="my three girls by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2735/4182373553_3e0e80173c_b.jpg" com="" photos="" n00="" 4182361707="" title="birthday food by rubyellen, on Flickr" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4182361707_19925dc590_b.jpg" alt="birthday food" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4182364705/" title="his birthday by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2567/4182364705_21baf22d40_b.jpg" alt="his birthday" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4183136564/" title="ben's bday present by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4183136564_31ee8d5041_b.jpg" alt="ben's bday present" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy birthday Benny! We love you!!! I promise next year's birthday will be super grand!!!&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/8851545156310480730-6607415381420561459?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6607415381420561459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6607415381420561459' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6607415381420561459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6607415381420561459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/hes-thirty-five.html' title='he&apos;s thirty-five'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2502/4183135078_d7e41f1263_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-3978970793526547328</id><published>2009-12-10T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:34:19.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><title type='text'>a hunting we will go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go,&lt;br /&gt;To find our first real Christmas tree,&lt;br /&gt;For a hunting we will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4183140812/" title="tree hunting by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2778/4183140812_843746dfec_b.jpg" alt="tree hunting" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4183120394/" title="brave and true tree picking by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/4183120394_55d78766d0_b.jpg" alt="brave and true tree picking" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4182379539/" title="picking out the tree by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4182379539_4de5af953a_b.jpg" alt="picking out the tree" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go,&lt;br /&gt;We found a tree and took him home,&lt;br /&gt;To decorate with lots of glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4182380353/" title="bringing the tree in by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/4182380353_c51e272a6e_b.jpg" alt="bringing the tree in" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4182381163/" title="putting up the tree by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/4182381163_584c70b795_b.jpg" alt="putting up the tree" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-3978970793526547328?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3978970793526547328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=3978970793526547328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3978970793526547328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3978970793526547328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/hunting-we-will-go.html' title='a hunting we will go'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2778/4183140812_843746dfec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-4773932553746280307</id><published>2009-12-09T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:54:14.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>the first few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soul is so sweet. The first night was hard and she kept eating and eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; eating. It seemed to never stop. Now, she has settled down and has the every 2 hour thing down good, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really good&lt;/span&gt;. The life of a newborn is bliss... a lot of cuddling, eating, and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4160872472/" title="such tiny feetsies by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2719/4160872472_8ac5245c9c_b.jpg" alt="such tiny feetsies" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4172278981/" title="sleeping soundly by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2627/4172278981_edc0134e16_b.jpg" alt="sleeping soundly" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4173035238/" title="she already loves color by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2542/4173035238_1e49d21731_b.jpg" alt="she already loves color" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4173035646/" title="she likes white too by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2503/4173035646_7dc0ac738c_b.jpg" alt="she likes white too" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4173037086/" title="in her boppy by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/4173037086_1e31957721_b.jpg" alt="in her boppy" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are all so in love with her.&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/8851545156310480730-4773932553746280307?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4773932553746280307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=4773932553746280307' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4773932553746280307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4773932553746280307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-few-days.html' title='the first few days'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2719/4160872472_8ac5245c9c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-4456482050138622227</id><published>2009-12-05T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:41:39.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babycakies3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>we've got Soul</title><content type='html'>Meet our newest little babycakies... Soul Valentina Bratcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4160116083/" title="awake in the middle of the night by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2763/4160116083_202235d60b_b.jpg" alt="awake in the middle of the night" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soul arrived safe and sound early Thursday morning, after some fierce contractions that started around 9pm Wednesday night. Her name Soul Valentina is our little prayer for her as &lt;i&gt;Valentina&lt;/i&gt; is from Latin origins and means "strong &amp;amp; healthy." Therefore, we pray that she would have a strong and healthy &lt;i&gt;soul&lt;/i&gt; and one who is a strong and healthy soul winner for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all absolutely in love and praise God for the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; that he has brought into our family. Thank you Jesus!!!&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/8851545156310480730-4456482050138622227?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4456482050138622227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=4456482050138622227' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4456482050138622227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4456482050138622227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/weve-got-soul.html' title='we&apos;ve got Soul'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2763/4160116083_202235d60b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-434392644961382172</id><published>2009-12-02T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:30:47.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><title type='text'>christmas is coming</title><content type='html'>Excitement is abounding in our little home as we are getting everything ready to celebrate Jesus' birthday. The girls know that once they start to see Christmas trees their little sister will arrive shortly. So we are hurrying our decorations in order to get ready for their little sister's homecoming and I hope it is really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we have started to put out some decorations, but we still need to get our tree and I have to make one extra Christmas stocking. We indulged in some special "healthy" home baked cookies and had &lt;a href="http://pandora.com/"&gt;pandora&lt;/a&gt; on playing some Christmas music. It was a grand time of memory making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4153506151/" title="christmas decorating cookies by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4153506151_86d663a10c_b.jpg" alt="christmas decorating cookies" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4153506615/" title="special cookies by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/4153506615_9b3e648d69_b.jpg" alt="special cookies" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4153507585/" title="putting up the tree by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2721/4153507585_5c4c963303_b.jpg" alt="putting up the tree" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4153507059/" title="lights changing by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2517/4153507059_e9fe2236e3_b.jpg" alt="lights changing" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4153503781/" title="ornaments by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4153503781_4f007ee012_b.jpg" alt="ornaments" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4154263568/" title="we love lights by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2738/4154263568_1f0004c482_b.jpg" alt="we love lights" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also started our Christmas advent. We are looking forward to using it for a little more Christmas memory making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4153509201/" title="start of advent by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2610/4153509201_41c92b5335_b.jpg" alt="start of advent" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The birth of Christ is such a wonderful, miraculous event and I pray that amidst all this holiday busyness, we don't forget the real reason for the Christmas season.&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/8851545156310480730-434392644961382172?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/434392644961382172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=434392644961382172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/434392644961382172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/434392644961382172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='christmas is coming'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4153506151_86d663a10c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-7419761787547352224</id><published>2009-12-01T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:34:27.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>the two sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are both are girly as girly can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4147381473/" title="sisters playing by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2692/4147381473_bcfc2cf83f_b.jpg" alt="sisters playing" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to get the third one into the mix.&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/8851545156310480730-7419761787547352224?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7419761787547352224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=7419761787547352224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7419761787547352224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7419761787547352224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-sisters.html' title='the two sisters'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2692/4147381473_bcfc2cf83f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-1555685861089201954</id><published>2009-11-30T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:26:24.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><title type='text'>happy indeed</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was full of family, fun, and of course food. Thanksgiving for us started on Wednesday night and we continued to have fun at 3 different meals at three different houses. We are truly so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4147389099/" title="my babies by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/4147389099_7e29c72c12_b.jpg" alt="my babies" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4148146660/" title="my mom doesn't know simple  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2721/4148146660_6e23f156cd_b.jpg" alt="my mom doesn't know simple " height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4148147878/" title="come out baby! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2734/4148147878_4810e5616a_b.jpg" alt="come out baby!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4148148850/" title="girls with auntie rj and andy by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2725/4148148850_4350fb51d4_b.jpg" alt="girls with auntie rj and andy" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4148150502/" title="resting on papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2618/4148150502_42f5d0886e_b.jpg" alt="resting on papi" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4147392175/" title="happy thanksgiving by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2678/4147392175_d2bd39a5ed_b.jpg" alt="happy thanksgiving" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4147393311/" title="seester kisses by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2790/4147393311_f04d354282_b.jpg" alt="seester kisses" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4148153188/" title="thanksgiving family picture by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2555/4148153188_cb9ebb985e_b.jpg" alt="thanksgiving family picture" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, Ben says I can go into labor as he was trying to not have a Thanksgiving baby, so please baby... come out!!!&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/8851545156310480730-1555685861089201954?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1555685861089201954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=1555685861089201954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/1555685861089201954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/1555685861089201954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-indeed.html' title='happy indeed'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/4147389099_7e29c72c12_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-3649342551752521349</id><published>2009-11-29T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:10:18.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>snip snip</title><content type='html'>After 3 and a half years, True finally got a haircut. I had a little rule that I made myself, which was no hair cuts until after the age of 3. I wanted her to baby as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting, but heart breaking to see her get it cut. Thankfully, her &lt;a href="http://reinnasaurus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Auntie Reinna&lt;/a&gt; is a stylist at Carlton, so True got the VIP treatment, although taking a 3 year old to a salon like that is asking for trouble. Nevertheless, True was pretty excited to get to sit in the salon chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4148141056/" title="getting her first hair cut ever by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/4148141056_72f0e14b44_b.jpg" alt="getting her first hair cut ever" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4148142460/" title="getting her first hair cut ever by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/4148142460_c096040ef7_b.jpg" alt="getting her first hair cut ever" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4147382783/" title="getting her first hair cut ever by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2708/4147382783_50a5a5d94d_b.jpg" alt="getting her first hair cut ever" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4147383965/" title="snip... snip by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2585/4147383965_00bbf03b10_b.jpg" alt="snip... snip" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4147384553/" title="getting her first hair cut ever by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2720/4147384553_c946f31c8d_b.jpg" alt="getting her first hair cut ever" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4147385071/" title="getting her first hair cut ever by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4147385071_712438175b_b.jpg" alt="getting her first hair cut ever" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4147385675/" title="getting her first hair cut ever by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4147385675_1fa3387ccc_b.jpg" alt="getting her first hair cut ever" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4147386273/" title="thanks auntie reinna! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2746/4147386273_bb32ebae44_b.jpg" alt="thanks auntie reinna!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4148145948/" title="after her hair cut by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2792/4148145948_33048da5a2_b.jpg" alt="after her hair cut" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Despite her nervous looking face, she loved every moment and she is already anticipating her next hair cut. She looks so big now with her hair cut! Ben is not liking the fact that she looks older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, she said something funny. She had just gotten out of the bath and her hair was wet and messy down her face and she looked in the mirror and said, "Mommy, where did my hair cut go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just laughed and realized that she no longer saw the cute little bob her Auntie styled for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Auntie Reinna!!!&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/8851545156310480730-3649342551752521349?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3649342551752521349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=3649342551752521349' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3649342551752521349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3649342551752521349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/snip-snip.html' title='snip snip'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/4148141056_72f0e14b44_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-5986806796108526688</id><published>2009-11-27T07:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:35:07.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><title type='text'>who knew?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I could swallowed a turkey!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4137843385/" title="belly shot and polaroid by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4137843385_431e450e3c_o.jpg" width="450" height="450" alt="belly shot and polaroid" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4137843503/" title="belly shot and polaroid by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/4137843503_4eca1df0aa_o.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="belly shot and polaroid" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4138607844/" title="baby belly by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/4138607844_2dbdbb6dc7_o.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="baby belly" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4137842637/" title="they already love her lots by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2660/4137842637_15d662529c_o.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="they already love her lots" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(polaroid and pictures taken by my &lt;a href="http://richellephant.blogspot.com/"&gt;RJ&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, not really, but it looks like it... doesn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-5986806796108526688?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5986806796108526688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=5986806796108526688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5986806796108526688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5986806796108526688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-knew.html' title='who knew?'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-1625337538434994228</id><published>2009-11-25T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:21:22.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Almost 2 weeks until my due date and we are just waiting. I am so ready to go now, but all in God's time. It is hard not to get anxious, but we are just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; excited. This pregnancy has definitely been the hardest of the three and I cannot wait to meet her. I know she will be here before we know it, but waiting is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty much done and made all I wanted to before the baby comes. I keep coming up with new lists of to-dos, but we are ready when she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, we remain a family of four...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4109716002/" title="family photos by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/4109716002_92a6a388a5_b.jpg" alt="family photos" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4113670085/" title="family photos by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2602/4113670085_f42fa99d50_b.jpg" alt="family photos" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4114439648/" title="family photos by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/4114439648_70a3ee71bd_b.jpg" alt="family photos" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to see the rest of our&lt;a href="http://christiancruzphotography.blogspot.com/2009/11/preggers.html"&gt; family photos&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://christiancruzphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt;. Soon, we will have to take another batch as a family of five, but it is fun to look back and see when we were just a &lt;a href="http://rubyellen.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-one-month-birthday.html"&gt;family of three&lt;/a&gt;! God is good as he continues to bless us. We are still in awe as we know having children is a miracle and gift from God. Children are definitely a blessing...&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/8851545156310480730-1625337538434994228?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1625337538434994228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=1625337538434994228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/1625337538434994228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/1625337538434994228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/4109716002_92a6a388a5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-2833322424843126736</id><published>2009-11-20T07:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:50:57.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mi familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love benny'/><title type='text'>rockin' mama day '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every year, Ben and the girls try to give me a "Rockin' Mommy Day." Ben believes birthdays and holidays should not be the only days to show appreciation, so he came up with "Rockin' Mommy Day." I never know when or how this day will come, but when it comes, it definitely rocks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So on Sunday, I stayed home from church because Brave was a bit under the weather and we didn't want to get any other kids sick. Well, True and Ben came home from church and immediately True had a message and a rock for me. True said, "You rock Mama!" With my past "Rockin' Mommy Days," the note is accompanied with a tiny little rock to remind me that I rock. It really is all too clever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The note had the lyrics to Michael Jackson's song "Rock With You" and the line, "DON'T TRY TO FIGHT IT, THERE AIN'T NOTHING THAT YOU CAN DO" was highlighted. This was my clue to the first surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118107103/" title="you rock mama!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/4118107103_fef94b77de_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="you rock mama! " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ben hurriedly told me that we need to leave the house &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;. Good thing I was dressed! I didn't know where we were going. I kinda freaked out as Brave was not dressed and we left the house without any shoes for the girls, so I thought what on earth was going on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We drove a bit when Ben exited and was making his way to Glen Ivy. It finally clicked. My husband was dropping me off at the beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.glenivy.com/"&gt;Glen Ivy Hot Springs Spa&lt;/a&gt;. They bid me farewell and informed me of all my appointments and that they would see me later. I was so excited! I had never been pampered like this before. My first appointment was a pedicure, which was kinda funny as I was just complaining to Ben about my feet the day before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118107103/" title="you rock mama!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118110829/" title="serene and peaceful by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/4118110829_edcc13b67e_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="serene and peaceful" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118880742/" title="my day at the spa by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2699/4118880742_aa120a6b99_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="my day at the spa" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The pedicure was so relaxing and I was loving every moment. My next appointment, which was a pregnancy massage, was not for another 30 minutes, so I grabbed a yummy sandwich and lounged by the pool. It was so nice to enjoy some peace and quiet. After snapping pictures and enjoying the time, I moseyed on back to the salon and checked in for my appointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118880742/" title="my day at the spa by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118112457/" title="relaxing by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2676/4118112457_1de70b4582_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="relaxing" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I was waiting, I heard someone call my name and I looked up... it was my best friend &lt;a href="http://mycakies.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-not-my-story.html"&gt;Linda&lt;/a&gt;. I was so shocked! It was funny cause I was gonna call her while I was eating to tell her what Ben did, but I didn't see anyone on a phone, so I thought it was not allowed. Well, it turns out my husband thought I might want some company, so he arranged for Lin and I to hang out and get massages together! Dang. Ben really thinks of everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, Lin and I chatted during the first half of our massage and then I think we almost fell asleep during the second half cause we were so relaxed. Then, they nudged us it was over, we didn't want it to be. I think we were in denial. The massage was so wonderful and I (and Linda) wished it went on forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118112457/" title="relaxing by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118882528/" title="after our massage by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2517/4118882528_87d12352eb_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="after our massage" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, I was getting the plan, not only was Lin there for some company, but she was also my ride home. I knew something was not quite ready wherever I was to be next, as she suddenly wanted to stop at a nearby farmers market and get some roasted corn. I kept bugging her that she was stalling and that Ben needed more time or something. Thus, we got corn and even made a stop at &lt;a href="http://anthropologie.com/"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, I was wondering what was going on that Ben needed &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much more time. Linda then handed me my next note and rock...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The second clue was "YOU GOTTA FEEL THE HEAT AND WE CAN RIDE THE BOOGIE."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, I was a bit confused and intrigued. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118882890/" title="corn stop by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118874312/" title="rockin' mommy day card by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2515/4118874312_2182ec9d34_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="rockin' mommy day card" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, we made our way back to my house. She had instructions for me... I was to go through the front door and just sit on the blue couch and that is just what I did. Mind you, it was pitch black in my house and I sat there on the blue couch in the dark, all I could make out were these words written on the black paper, which covered the entire wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118874312/" title="rockin' mommy day card by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118114417/" title="this is the first thing i saw by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/4118114417_d267c431d5_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="this is the first thing i saw" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After about 5 minutes of waiting, I see little shadows with round heads stroll in and some music start playing. I started laughing hilariously once I realized what was going on! It was &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6EU9IQicofY"&gt;Michael Jackson's "Rock with You"&lt;/a&gt; song, which was the song written on my rockin' notes. My Ben and girls decided to celebrate "Rockin' Mommy Day" by recreating Michael Jackson's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6EU9IQicofY"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. There was even a spotlight from the ceiling and a green strobe light behind them as they danced. Even the girls were totally into it as they were shaking booty and pointing the finger in their little dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118114417/" title="this is the first thing i saw by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118114835/" title="getting the show started by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2698/4118114835_4012d28794_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="getting the show started" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mid-song, when the song sang "And we can ride the boogie." Ben said, "Who is 'Boogie' girls?" Then, he left the room and came back carrying the rocker that I had been wanting and they aptly named the rocker, "Boogie." I screamed in excitement and they all kept dancing along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118114835/" title="getting the show started by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118118081/" title="their performance by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4118118081_c1aa76a50b_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="their performance" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118887020/" title="boogie down by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4118887020_0a82f4ea71_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="boogie down" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118118919/" title="rockin' out by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2803/4118118919_cfe3f50bd2_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="rockin' out" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118889108/" title="their boots by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/4118889108_3b6be057c8_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="their boots" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118885906/" title="rock with you by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2785/4118885906_e6f71e7cab_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="rock with you" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118108863/" title="the three fros by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2764/4118108863_32a9ba1e5a_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="the three fros" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118888594/" title="rockin' kids by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2708/4118888594_1cef89d527_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="rockin' kids" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118889598/" title="michael jackson is alive!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2603/4118889598_5423758c79_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="michael jackson is alive! " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118113975/" title="she rocks!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/4118113975_a0c7c21d9b_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="she rocks! " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118104099/" title="do you feel that beat? by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2556/4118104099_abc80ef77c_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="do you feel that beat?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, I couldn't just sit there nor did they intend for me to, so they handed me another note and rock, which called me to boogie on down with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The note highlighted "GIRL CLOSE YOUR EYES, AND LET THE RHYTHM GET INTO YOU." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I let the rhythm get in, danced to a medley of Michael Jackson songs (even got to wear my very own special Michael Jackson wig!) and rode "Boogie" too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118104099/" title="do you feel that beat? by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118890010/" title="ridin' boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2673/4118890010_7b9bc88bb1_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="ridin' boogie" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My husband is just so clever. He really would say he is not crafty or creative, but he really is just &lt;i&gt;super&lt;/i&gt; humble, but come on! He bought black shirts and leggings, took double stick tape, laid stripes down on the black outfits using the double stick tape, then sprinkled silver glitter on top. Oh! I can't fail to mention the silver boots that he spray painted and glitter-fied too! He even completed them all with some 'fros. It looks pretty darn close to Michael Jackson's outfit. Gosh... I am so blessed to have my Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The rest of the evening consisted of picking up some yummy Japanese food I was craving and we had a picnic inside of our house. It was perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next evening, I had another surprise. Brave handed me another rock with a note that highlighted, "RELAX YOUR MIND, LAY BACK AND GROOVE WITH US... SHARE THAT BEAT OF SOUL." The surprise was that the four of us were going to create a family-made piece of art to welcome the new baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118890010/" title="ridin' boogie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118107757/" title="she told my i rock!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2754/4118107757_041f1c42fb_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="she told me i rock! " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118877274/" title="my rock by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118877274/" title="my rock by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2721/4118877274_db58f59fb9_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="my rock" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although the Michael Jackson trio had been feeling under the weather, we had fun working together to create a masterpiece for the newest addition to our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118877274/" title="my rock by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118107439/" title="coloring for baby by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/4118107439_60321e676c_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="coloring for baby" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4118926718/" title="finished product by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/4118926718_674a8b6188_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="finished product" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The end result is A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E as everyone had their own little corner and space that we worked on and drew and colored for baby. It definitely was a labor of love and something I hope baby will cherish when she gets older. It is framed and ready to go in the baby's room, once she gets a room, but for now, it will be in our room as that is where babycakies will stay in the mean time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel absolutely blessed to have been showered with this much love and surprises. I love being Ben's wife and True and Brave's mom. It really is so wonderful. It humbles me so much that they think I am so wonderful to deserve this because I know all my shortcomings and failures and it is only by God's grace that I am able to go through each day as a wife and mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know it may seem like this fantasy life with a doting husband and well-behaved children who like to craft all day long, but really, we do fight and there is even yelling in our house. Ben and I are both sinners who are struggling and trying to trust God everyday in the roles God has given us. It isn't easy and there is no way we could do this on our own. Most of the time we fail, which makes us even more thankful for the cross. Thank you Lord! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was definitely a most happy "Rockin' Mommy Day!" My Benny and my girls rock!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-2833322424843126736?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2833322424843126736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=2833322424843126736' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2833322424843126736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2833322424843126736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/rockin-mama-day-09.html' title='rockin&apos; mama day &apos;09'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/4118107103_fef94b77de_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-5516501601457794932</id><published>2009-11-10T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:37:34.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><title type='text'>this is it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was finally time to take the girls to see their first movie... &lt;a href="http://www.thisisit-movie.com/"&gt;This is It&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, I grew up loving Michael Jackson. My family would watch all his videos and my brother and I would re-enact all of them (we have tons of videos to prove it). He thought he was Michael and I just wanted to be a dancer/choreographer. Ben also grew up listening and loving Michael, but good thing he wasn't trying to be a Michael Jackson dancer like me! My girls have been passed down the love for MJ and everytime we are driving that is what they want to listen to. Now, with the movie out, we thought it was the perfect start to their movie experience. Before their introduction to the movies we went out for a family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4093402383/" title="they're best friends by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2564/4093402383_fd23931814_b.jpg" alt="they're best friends" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4094166778/" title="kiss papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2712/4094166778_f9a0f9ecfc_b.jpg" alt="kiss papi" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4094167246/" title="kiss mama by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2570/4094167246_6c809f92ab_b.jpg" alt="kiss mama" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, off to the movies we went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4094165652/" title="first time at the movies by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/4094165652_fd04c67c66_b.jpg" alt="first time at the movies" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;﻿﻿&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4094165056/" title="this is it by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2555/4094165056_066094966b_b.jpg" alt="this is it" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4094164570/" title="first movie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4094164570_e17c7e306a_b.jpg" alt="first movie" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4093400189/" title="they loved it.  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2606/4093400189_5f375da2fb_b.jpg" alt="they loved it. " height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They were in awe. They ate popcorn and they had a grand time, except when Thriller came on, as it scared them a bit. We were impressed that they stayed awake and were quiet the whole time, except when True would have to exclaim she loved a certain song. We were definitely glad that their first movie experience was with Michael. It was a fun family evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now True tells me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, I want to see Michael Jackson again. Can we go after the baby is born?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will see. Maybe, we can just rent the video and watch it at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Mommy! I like it on the BIG TV!!!" (as her arms spread open wide)&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/8851545156310480730-5516501601457794932?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5516501601457794932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=5516501601457794932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5516501601457794932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5516501601457794932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='this is it'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2564/4093402383_fd23931814_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-3437744461619219179</id><published>2009-11-09T13:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:42:08.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babycakies3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circle of friends'/><title type='text'>a storybook surprise</title><content type='html'>Sunday afternoon seemed normal. I mean, we went to worship with our church family in the morning, grabbed some yummy lunch with friends, and then headed over to my parents to pick up True's dance recital video (or so I thought). Once we got to my parents' house, Ben asked, "Do you want to go in or should I?" I said, "I'll just go." I planned on being quick, so then we could head home. I tried to open the door, but it was locked, so I rang the doorbell. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately, the door opened and to my happy surprise, despite the look on my face, a lot of my friends were standing there and yelled, "Surprise!" At least I think that is what they said, but I was so shocked that I can't remember. The first thing that went through my head was "huh?!!" as I saw &lt;a href="http://ohhellofriend.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danni&lt;/a&gt;, who was supposed to be in Seattle, then Cheryl, who was visiting her parents in San Bernardino and &lt;a href="http://masterpieceday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frances&lt;/a&gt;, who has a sick little baby at home. I was utterly confused! Not to mention, I had already pinned my hair out of my face, barefoot at the door, and was stinky cause we just ate food with a whole bunch of garlic! I was not party ready, but party ready I had to be! I was not cute!!! Had I known I was going to a party, my newest baby's party, I would have sewn myself a new dress! But then I guess it was a surprise after all and definitely surprised I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4090144881/" title="i was so confused! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2646/4090144881_42e159b88f_o.jpg" alt="i was so confused!" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(I looked so horrible, but I was so confused!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohhellofriend.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danni&lt;/a&gt; even took video of this hilarious moment and I will share it once it is up (because I already know she is dying to share it, but really my face makes me feel so embarrassed). After my shock and retrieval of my shoes (cause swollen feet are not cute), I continued on to the backyard where I was greeted by such a wonderful display of goodies! The baby shower theme was all about books. It was perfect for the crafter and teacher in me! Each yummilicious dish was accompanied with a &lt;a href="http://www.poladroid.net/"&gt;poladroid&lt;/a&gt; picture (cause everyone knows I love polaroids) of its corresponding book. Everything was absolutely delightful and a crafter's heaven. I mean seriously, it was just all to darling and creative!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089365339/" title="helen's banner by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4089365339_8606dd0c2f_b.jpg" alt="helen's banner" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089367195/" title="jenny the photographer by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2664/4089367195_d1a856f4be_b.jpg" alt="jenny the photographer" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089365801/" title="i love sweets! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2618/4089365801_6dd0364b50_b.jpg" alt="i love sweets!" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089370209/" title="cloudy with a chance of meatballs by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2682/4089370209_9a12a33669_b.jpg" alt="cloudy with a chance of meatballs" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4090131642/" title="eloise by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2702/4090131642_fda314d889_b.jpg" alt="eloise" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089368419/" title="if the dinosaurs came back by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/4089368419_7797f5cb8e_b.jpg" alt="if the dinosaurs came back" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089366813/" title="vegetable by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4089366813_b24597a0af_b.jpg" alt="vegetable" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4090128096/" title="the very hungry caterpillar by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2498/4090128096_23afd9e2b9_b.jpg" alt="the very hungry caterpillar" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4090127980/" title="the cat in the hat by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2783/4090127980_0c78b565da_b.jpg" alt="the cat in the hat" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4090127706/" title="if you give a mouse a cookie by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4090127706_d0f53145d0_b.jpg" alt="if you give a mouse a cookie" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089364699/" title="cookie treats by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2763/4089364699_106a47e2c0_b.jpg" alt="cookie treats" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4090911106/" title="the tiny shots of milk by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2804/4090911106_07994a34d6_o.jpg" alt="the tiny shots of milk" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4090911178/" title="madeline's by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2654/4090911178_3c00bd77cd_o.jpg" alt="madeline's" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089364831/" title="the rainbow fish by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2662/4089364831_d6acbc46ea_b.jpg" alt="the rainbow fish" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089363695/" title="diary of a worm by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2637/4089363695_2dd30540e1_b.jpg" alt="diary of a worm" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was in awe of everything and ate &lt;i&gt;everything, e&lt;/i&gt;ven though I just come from eating a ginormous lunch. I had so many questions as to how they pulled this off. I had no idea and I just kept telling anyone who asked about a baby shower not to worry about it as this was my third &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;another girl, so this was very unexpected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089363695/" title="diary of a worm by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4090133320/" title="looking at all the goods! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2433/4090133320_3b5558035a_b.jpg" alt="looking at all the goods!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089371891/" title="my questioning by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2458/4089371891_653b0ed4fc_b.jpg" alt="my questioning" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The four of us, soon to be five, were so, so grateful and thankful to God for such good friends who love to support us and shower us with love. God is really so good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089371891/" title="my questioning by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089372067/" title="four of us, but for too long by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/4089372067_a6c75f771b_b.jpg" alt="four of us, but for too long" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The brains and the invite behind the dreamy storybook surprise... &lt;a href="http://ohhellofriend.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danni&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mycakies.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-not-my-story.html"&gt;Linda&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://sheerwhimsy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Helen&lt;/a&gt;, but missing is Ellen who was moving that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4090911028/" title="the invite by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2759/4090911028_164f2687c4_o.jpg" alt="the invite" height="600" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089372067/" title="four of us, but for too long by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4089369643/" title="the planners (minus ellen) by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2726/4089369643_57988efa4f_b.jpg" alt="the planners (minus ellen)" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4090144979/" title="me and the planners by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/4090144979_aefe85dc04_o.jpg" alt="me and the planners" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the outcome when you have &lt;a href="http://sheerwhimsy.blogspot.com/"&gt;craft&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://ohhellofriend.blogspot.com/"&gt;design&lt;/a&gt; bloggers, a teacher, a super organized person and good friends all rolled into one... they throw one heck of a cute party!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks guys! You are the absolute best!!! I loved it all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you so much to everyone else who came and showered us with love... we are blessed by all of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*photos taken by my &lt;a href="http://richellephant.blogspot.com/"&gt;baby sister&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sheerwhimsy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Helen&lt;/a&gt; and can read more about it on Helen's &lt;a href="http://sheerwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-honor-of-babycakies-3.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-3437744461619219179?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3437744461619219179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=3437744461619219179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3437744461619219179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3437744461619219179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/storybook-surprise.html' title='a storybook surprise'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4089365339_8606dd0c2f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-4013613918013847675</id><published>2009-11-06T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:40:18.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>a big uh-oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was done by our little artist True. Her imagination and art has no limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4080104577/" title="paper cannot contain her by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2743/4080104577_f105019cc8_b.jpg" alt="paper cannot contain her" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4080866332/" title="big trouble by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/4080866332_124df91f0f_b.jpg" alt="big trouble" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4080106993/" title="her big uh-oh!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2726/4080106993_dec5e11c71_b.jpg" alt="her big uh-oh! " height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Trust me, I was furious. Though at the same time, amazed because she is good. At least, we think so. Her picture even has a story. You should ask her sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is what I get for encouraging art and imagination!&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/8851545156310480730-4013613918013847675?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4013613918013847675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=4013613918013847675' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4013613918013847675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4013613918013847675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-uh-oh.html' title='a big uh-oh!'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2743/4080104577_f105019cc8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-335282695364945999</id><published>2009-11-05T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:15:46.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>True's first recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076574070/" title="our little True by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2728/4076574070_9b5c5bbb37_b.jpg" alt="our little True" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076575840/" title="up in the air by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2614/4076575840_2883106a7f_b.jpg" alt="up in the air" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4075821473/" title="the class by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2664/4075821473_5503d34028_b.jpg" alt="the class" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076577372/" title="lunge by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2638/4076577372_a89457a089_b.jpg" alt="lunge" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076578040/" title="flexible by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2504/4076578040_98fec7c2ee_b.jpg" alt="flexible" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076578842/" title="point by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/4076578842_81bcf169b8_b.jpg" alt="point" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076576396/" title="hands on hips by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2643/4076576396_4664f1e0a1_b.jpg" alt="hands on hips" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4075825087/" title="my little ballerina by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2684/4075825087_dc66eaa522_b.jpg" alt="my little ballerina" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4075825541/" title="the class by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2800/4075825541_baeb59fbd6_b.jpg" alt="the class" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4075826719/" title="my little ballerina by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/4075826719_f4e6486e26_b.jpg" alt="my little ballerina" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076582368/" title="my little ballerina by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2439/4076582368_0c33ef6206_b.jpg" alt="my little ballerina" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True was so cute in her recital. Actually, all the little girls were just darling. It is funny because True takes dance so seriously and does what the teacher says. Although, towards the end she got a bit distracted. We also know she has a shy face that she kept doing. When other kids were smiling and saying cheese to the audience, True's face was serious or her "shy face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I felt so grown-up as we drove to her recital. We were both kinda dressed nicely and while we were driving we said, "This feels so weird. I feel old!" I guess this is just the beginning of feeling older, not that we are old by any means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave was mesmerized the entire time. If you asked her, "Do you want to dance?" She would give a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; eager, "Yes!" She wants to be just like big sister, so if big sister does a "shy face" (pictured below), then you bet your dollar Brave will do it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076581898/" title="True's shy face and brave copying by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2734/4076581898_cdff7a08b8_b.jpg" alt="True's shy face and brave copying" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4078638033/" title="she wants to dance by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4078638033_c192a0b1e4_b.jpg" alt="she wants to dance" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4078637651/" title="kissing our little ballerina by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2654/4078637651_2f425b1a06_b.jpg" alt="kissing our little ballerina" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4079395486/" title="the four of us by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/4079395486_47550cc465_b.jpg" alt="the four of us" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(last three above pictures taken by &lt;a href="http://richellejean.blogspot.com"&gt;Auntie RJ&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our little ballerina and little Brave...&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/8851545156310480730-335282695364945999?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/335282695364945999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=335282695364945999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/335282695364945999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/335282695364945999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/trues-first-recital.html' title='True&apos;s first recital'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2728/4076574070_9b5c5bbb37_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-4464870254231014039</id><published>2009-11-03T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:03:26.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><title type='text'>i love birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like our familial tradition, that started in the Navales family, I got breakfast in bed with Ben's added tradition of his little food characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076570120/" title="breakfast in bed by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2430/4076570120_3f6c06fd20_b.jpg" alt="breakfast in bed" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076569624/" title="my froggy by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/4076569624_d0fbf4cc84_b.jpg" alt="my froggy" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My husband and daughters showered me with a wonderful homemade card and my newest camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076603172/" title="my birthday card from my 3 artists by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2501/4076603172_0e7b6127dc_b.jpg" alt="my birthday card from my 3 artists" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day was spent out thrifting with my little ladies and the night spent devouring Japanese food. It was yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4075817311/" title="kissy papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4075817311_c8d6f3033c_b.jpg" alt="kissy papi" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4075811861/" title="i chose japanese by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4075811861_9a5398a83f_b.jpg" alt="i chose japanese" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076571594/" title="birthday dinner by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4076571594_d0ff6b7712_b.jpg" alt="birthday dinner" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076568432/" title="birthday kisses by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/4076568432_b582ce7f58_b.jpg" alt="birthday kisses" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4075814335/" title="birthday kisses by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2744/4075814335_06c21f313b_b.jpg" alt="birthday kisses" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4076568840/" title="dessert always by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4076568840_03bb454502_b.jpg" alt="dessert always" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I loved all the little smooches throughout the day and being able to spend it with my sweet little family. I love True and Brave (even little babycakies). I love Benny. I love birthdays. I just love it all! God is just so, so good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for giving me another year. May I fight to love you more this year. Please use me for your glory...&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/8851545156310480730-4464870254231014039?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4464870254231014039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=4464870254231014039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4464870254231014039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4464870254231014039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-birthdays.html' title='i love birthdays'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2430/4076570120_3f6c06fd20_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-7331472310556970854</id><published>2009-11-02T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:08:03.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><title type='text'>friday night polaroids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to a &lt;a href="http://peltzerfarms.com/"&gt;corn maze&lt;/a&gt; and got lost. We yelled, screamed, scared and chased each other. True even got to ride a little horsey named Rosebud. She loved every minute of it. Memory hunting is lots of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4068331955/" title="polaroid at the corn field by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2589/4068331955_ff2ef06a9c.jpg" alt="polaroid at the corn field" height="500" width="411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069084014/" title="polaroid at the corn field by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/4069084014_094851f4d9.jpg" alt="polaroid at the corn field" height="500" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4068329219/" title="polaroid at the corn field by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3507/4068329219_7448281787.jpg" alt="polaroid at the corn field" height="500" width="405" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069083058/" title="polaroid at the corn field by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/4069083058_9d8512c0a1_o.jpg" alt="polaroid at the corn field" height="500" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069082462/" title="polaroid at the corn field by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2766/4069082462_b5c6f35276.jpg" alt="polaroid at the corn field" height="500" width="413" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4068330391/" title="polaroid with the pumpkins by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2690/4068330391_f4311a1e90.jpg" alt="polaroid with the pumpkins" height="500" width="413" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4068327477/" title="polaroid at the corn field by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3523/4068327477_e1e2e9f589.jpg" alt="polaroid at the corn field" height="500" width="409" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069085342/" title="polaroid of her horsey ride by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2729/4069085342_399e4a0da9.jpg" alt="polaroid of her horsey ride" height="500" width="421" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4068329487/" title="polaroid with the pumpkins by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2765/4068329487_d6258c241b.jpg" alt="polaroid with the pumpkins" height="500" width="411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-7331472310556970854?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7331472310556970854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=7331472310556970854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7331472310556970854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7331472310556970854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-night-polaroids.html' title='friday night polaroids'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2589/4068331955_ff2ef06a9c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-389219391415376003</id><published>2009-11-01T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:05:47.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><title type='text'>lost in a corn maze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We finally made it out to Temecula to get lost in the corn maze. I have never been in a corn maze before, it has always been kind of a dream. I must say, we were not disappointed! We went in and the sun was out and we came out and the sun was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069287208/" title="corn maze by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/4069287208_fde5a429b0_b.jpg" alt="corn maze" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069287978/" title="in the maze by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4069287978_a9a496980d_b.jpg" alt="in the maze" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4068534703/" title="the view is nice up here by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/4068534703_15597d67a8_b.jpg" alt="the view is nice up here" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069290770/" title="setting sun by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2572/4069290770_dd8d7f0453_b.jpg" alt="setting sun" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069288800/" title="corn galore by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/4069288800_8e7ccc9334_b.jpg" alt="corn galore" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069293768/" title="scared in the corn maize by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/4069293768_21f219af49_b.jpg" alt="scared in the corn maize" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4068539641/" title="find papi!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2728/4068539641_a127490a25_b.jpg" alt="find papi! " height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4068540819/" title="playing in the corn field by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/4068540819_d5dd69ba70_b.jpg" alt="playing in the corn field" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069294626/" title="flashlight guide our way by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2746/4069294626_a600d3ce14_b.jpg" alt="flashlight guide our way" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4068542371/" title="in the corn field  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2477/4068542371_d5ac09e683_b.jpg" alt="in the corn field " height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069297280/" title="a pumpkin on a hill by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2601/4069297280_34d9a5de01_b.jpg" alt="a pumpkin on a hill" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4068543191/" title="peltzer farms by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3486/4068543191_51bdca95e6_b.jpg" alt="peltzer farms" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-389219391415376003?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/389219391415376003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=389219391415376003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/389219391415376003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/389219391415376003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-in-corn-maze.html' title='lost in a corn maze'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/4069287208_fde5a429b0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-2588674284614262861</id><published>2009-10-31T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:10:22.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><title type='text'>trick-or-treating ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Decked out in our get-ups, we went to Grammie and Grumpy's to get some treats and hit up a house or two. We met up with the &lt;a href="http://reinnasaurus.blogspot.com"&gt;Filipina tinkerbell&lt;/a&gt; and her &lt;a href="http://christiancruzphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;lumberjack boyfriend&lt;/a&gt;. Then, we went to Aunt Loop's house to gather more treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4068545483/" title="ready to go out for halloween by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/4068545483_7b98b6cc86_b.jpg" alt="ready to go out for halloween" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069298862/" title="in our costumes by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2585/4069298862_d80dba2939_b.jpg" alt="in our costumes" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4069300970/" title="trick or treating by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2719/4069300970_75900c59cb_b.jpg" alt="trick or treating" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were pooped and so glad that it was daylight savings time!!!&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/8851545156310480730-2588674284614262861?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2588674284614262861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=2588674284614262861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2588674284614262861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2588674284614262861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treating-ready.html' title='trick-or-treating ready'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/4068545483_7b98b6cc86_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-7971331467544609698</id><published>2009-10-30T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:42:06.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><title type='text'>Hannah and Gretel</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there in a deep forest lived a woodcutter and his two daughters, Hannah and Gretel. The woodcutter was remarried to a nasty woman who thought only of herself, so when hard economic times hit, she forced the woodcutter to make a difficult choice. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nasty stepmother told the woodcutter, "We have no money and there are too many mouths to feed! You must take the girls deep into the woods, so that someone else can provide for them. Surely, someone will want to take care of them. You must do what I say or else..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The woodcutter was deeply afraid of the "what else" and felt he had no choice but to follow the orders of his nasty wife. He was hoping that surely someone would really be able to give his children a better life than this. Hannah and Gretel overheard their stepmother's wild demand and was overcome with sadness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056464949/" title="contemplating what to do by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3522/4056464949_8ea769554f_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="contemplating what to do" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hannah comforted Gretel and said, "Don't worry, I know God will take care of us no matter what. Plus, we will always have each other." Hannah tried to never show her fear in front of her sister. Hannah knew that she had to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brave&lt;/span&gt; to help Gretel get through this very tough time, so she concocted a plan for when her father would take them into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056448907/" title="i have an idea by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2732/4056448907_40834e49c4_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="i have an idea" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, the father declared that they would be off in search of wood for the stove. He took his girls, Hannah and Gretel with him. They all walked off into the deep, deep woods together. Knowing what her father was instructed to do, Hannah put her plan in motion, from the very moment they left the house. She made a trail of tiny pebbles, so that she and Gretel would be able to follow their way home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056453063/" title="let's fetch some wood by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2575/4056453063_0d6100502a_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="let's fetch some wood" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2759/4056445419_b3a283bf8f_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="pebbles will do it! " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once they were in the deep, deep forest, the woodcutter decided it was time to chop some wood. He chopped and chopped, until he said he needed more wood, so then he told his daughters to stay and watch the wood until he returns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056452155/" title="we need wood by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/4056452155_22429a8154_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="we need wood" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah and Gretel waited and waited. They grew tired from all the waiting. As soon as the first twinkle of stars came out, Hannah said that it was time to go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057189608/" title="waiting for papi again by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2536/4057189608_bef9261382_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="waiting for papi again" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gretel said, "How are we are going to go home? We don't know the way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056448497/" title="let's go!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2457/4056448497_96ab1c35a6_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="let's go! " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057188822/" title="wondering by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2740/4057188822_26b9de862c_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="wondering" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah replied, "Gretel, I left a trail of pebbles for us to follow home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057185516/" title="leaving a trail by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2690/4057185516_cfea5e5928_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="leaving a trail" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057183040/" title="thank you sister! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2581/4057183040_a1c6197282_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="thank you sister!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together they set off to follow the trail of pebbles home. Once they got home, they quietly and tiredly snuck back into their beds and off to sleep they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning, the nasty stepmother was surprised to have found the girls sleeping in their room. She immediately went to nag her husband and demand that he take them deeper into the forest or else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Deathly afraid of the "what else", as soon as the girls awoke, their father declared it was time to fetch more wood. The woodcutter said, "Hannah and Gretel, we must go back into the deep, deep woods to get more wood for the stove as we have already run out!"&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057191950/" title="off into the forest by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057191950/" title="off into the forest by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/4057191950_9552bb9437_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="off into the forest" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Due to the quickness of the trip, Hannah didn't have much time to plan, but all she managed to bring was some pieces of bread. She decided that she would use the bread to leave a trail back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057185050/" title="bread will do it!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2751/4057185050_af288d34b6_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="bread will do it! " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they were making their way into the woods, Hannah broke the bread into tiny pieces to make sure to leave a trail behind them. Unfortunately, Hannah failed to let Gretel know the plan and Gretel was so hungry that she ate up the pieces of bread that she found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057839883/" title="gretel eating the trail by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3525/4057839883_13db3c81f6_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="gretel eating the trail" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057184630/" title="i'm scared hannah! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/4057184630_74ebb18862_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="i'm scared hannah!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057187846/" title="what shall we do? by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/4057187846_e37bae9128_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="what shall we do?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After awhile, Hannah started to pay attention to Gretel and noticed she was chewing. When she demanded to know what she was eating, she told her to stop because that was going to be their way back home. Gretel immediately apologized not knowing the plan and Hannah continued to leave bread crumbs to make a trail. Little did Hannah know, that a tiny bird was just as hungry as Gretel and ate up all the other bread crumbs that was left behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056447551/" title="our trail! where is it?!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2660/4056447551_6d6e6cefd3_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="our trail! where is it?!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once they were much deeper in the deep, deep forest, the woodcutter decided it was time to chop some wood again. He chopped and chopped, until he said he needed more wood, so once again he told his daughters to stay and watch the wood until he returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056451673/" title="waiting for papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4056451673_e73684cdb6_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="waiting for papi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah and Gretel waited, waited, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; waited. But just like last time, they grew tired from all the waiting when Hannah decided it was time to head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Together they set off to follow the trail of bread crumbs home, but to their surprise there were no bread crumbs to be found. Hannah and Gretel were immediately disheartened and started wandering deeper into the dark forest trying to find their way back home.  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056444943/" title="oh no! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056444943/" title="oh no! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/4056444943_a15735031b_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="oh no!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056443961/" title="hannah and gretel by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2678/4056443961_b8675b8784_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="hannah and gretel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young girls were hungry and tired after wandering for a few hours, when they happened to spot the loveliest sight. It was a house made of their favorite fruits and vegetables. Instead of flowers in the flower bed, there were bunches of broccoli. Instead of a tiled rood, there were watermelons and for windows, there were strawberries. There were also vines of grapes growing all along the front of the house. They were so overcome with excitement that they immediately started devouring whatever they could get hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056468437/" title="yummy... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/4056468437_0a6347bbdd_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="yummy..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057205806/" title="i am so hungry by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/4057205806_2a139d2e44_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="i am so hungry" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056467173/" title="this is good! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2660/4056467173_e3131ca717_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="this is good!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they were eating, an Old Lady popped out and greeted them. At first, Hannah and Gretel were a bit taken aback, but when the lady offered them more food and a place to stay, they happily took the offer. After all, they were hungry and tired, and had no other place to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057207558/" title="welcoming old lady by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/4057207558_3bb12dc1d9_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="welcoming old lady" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did they know, that what they saw was a spell put on by the Old Lady of the house. She was able to make little children see what they wanted to see in order to capture these little children for herself. Hannah and Gretel were about to step into a lot of trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Upon entering the Old Lady's house, everything changed. It wasn't as lovely as they first saw, and the Old Lady quickly took Hannah and caged her up. She locked her in and there was no way for her to get out. The Old Lady said, "I got you my precious and you will never go home again!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056458863/" title="don't mess with me by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3499/4056458863_d1e41f74a9_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="don't mess with me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057195962/" title="i will lock you up for good by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/4057195962_5817c1fa12_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="i will lock you up for good" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, the Old Lady forced Gretel to become her servant. She made Gretel cook and clean for her.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056458293/" title="give me this and give me that!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056458293/" title="give me this and give me that!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/4056458293_b489508d96_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="give me this and give me that! " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Old Lady said, "Hannah, you must eat as I will need to fatten you up for my big meal!"&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056459983/" title="eat my precious!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056459983/" title="eat my precious!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3506/4056459983_a1c5dabd31_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="eat my precious! " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Gretel, knowing what the Old Lady would do to her sister, took the Old Lady's glasses and cracked them so that she could not see clearly. Now every time the Old Lady went to check to see if Hannah had been "fattened" up, Hannah would stick out an old bone, so the Old Lady would think that she was still not quite ready to be eaten. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057192896/" title="help! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057192896/" title="help! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2553/4057192896_1a42e88d8f_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="help!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056456831/" title="are you fat yet?!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/4056456831_c3ba8555b7_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="are you fat yet?!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing impatient and hungry from all the waiting, the Old Lady declared she did not care if Hannah was not yet ready. She was hungry now and demanded Gretel get the stove ready for Hannah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056455759/" title="what shall we do? by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2624/4056455759_f8a86a5055_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="what shall we do?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gretel afraid for her sister pretended to have trouble getting the stove started. She kept calling for the Old Lady telling her that it did not work. Frustrated, the Old Lady got up to see what the problem was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057197602/" title="it's not working by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2646/4057197602_181ee1b334_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="it's not working" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As soon as the Old Lady was close enough to the oven, Gretel, with all her might, pushed and shoved the Old Lady into the oven. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057198562/" title="push her in... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057198562/" title="push her in... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/4057198562_29885ac927_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="push her in..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quickly, Gretel then retrieved the keys to unlock Hannah out of the cage. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056461203/" title="let's get out of here! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056461203/" title="let's get out of here! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2721/4056461203_c2b2368030_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="let's get out of here!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056461713/" title="go hannah! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2776/4056461713_a9c211fec0_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="go hannah!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gretel freed Hannah and together they watched the Old Lady disappear into smithereens inside the hot, hot oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057200436/" title="is she in there?!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057200436/" title="is she in there?!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2679/4057200436_70673e6dfc_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="is she in there?!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy to be free from the Old Lady, Hannah and Gretel quickly searched the house for the Old Lady's stash of gold coins. They found the gold coins, took them, then went on their merry way to find their way back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057200958/" title="steal the gold by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/4057200958_d5c87ac865_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="steal the gold" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once they were a good distance from the Old Lady's house, they started to hear their father calling after them. Excited, they followed the sound of his voice and it wasn't long before they were back with him again. The woodcutter happily embraced his Hannah and Gretel and declared his love for them and ask for forgiveness for being so cowardly and not standing up to their nasty stepmother. He told them that once he realized the terrible thing he had done, he ordered his wife out of the house and went in search of them. He had been searching for days now and he was so glad to be back with them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056454079/" title="reunited by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2710/4056454079_66d1dc7453_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="reunited" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah and Gretel were so excited to be with their father again and to share with him the little surprise they had. First, the recounted the story of the terrible Old Lady and how they got away, but as soon as they got home, they were delighted to be able to show him their handful of gold. The woodcutter was absolutely gleeful to have his daughters home and that they no longer have to worry about money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057204794/" title="papi! we found gold!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4057204794_dfce56f3a6_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="papi! we found gold!!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4057204272/" title="hip hip... hooray!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2475/4057204272_cbaca6da16_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="hip hip... hooray!!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah said, "Father, see God took care of all of us. Look, we are rich now! You never have to chop wood again and we can have all the fruits and vegetables we want on our table!" They all embraced and were just so overjoyed to be safe and back together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they all lived happily ever after...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056471425/" title="bratcher production by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056471425/" title="bratcher production by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2666/4056471425_eff3fbe988_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="bratcher production" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4056470855/" title="lived happily ever after by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3533/4056470855_641b1f527c_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="lived happily ever after" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Halloween!!!&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/8851545156310480730-7971331467544609698?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7971331467544609698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=7971331467544609698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7971331467544609698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7971331467544609698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/10/hannah-and-gretel.html' title='Hannah and Gretel'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3522/4056464949_8ea769554f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-8701137554745867098</id><published>2009-10-29T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:10:54.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brave'/><title type='text'>sorry brave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4055304917/" title="boo! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/4055304917_34d5a432c2_b.jpg" alt="boo!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night, after we grabbed dinner, I was taking Brave out of the car and closed the door, in which smashed the top part of her big toe and toe next to it. I opened the door like lightening speed fast (and it was dark so I couldn't tell really what happen). I felt so bad. She cried. It all happened so fast. There was blood. We rushed in and attended to her toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept crying, "My toes! They hurt!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so, so horrible. I vowed never to take her out of the car again. Ben will do it from now on. Okay, that vow isn't realistic, but still I felt horrible! Beyond horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged and held her tight as she clung to me and her blankie, as her Papi ran her toes in cold water and applied ice. I panicked. I freaked out as I was worried about her little toes and it was all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; fault. True was helpful. She would pray for her little sister and fetch her things that her little sister wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know what to do. Is it broken? We called my mom. She is a nurse. Grammie and Grumpy, who live 30 minutes away, rushed over to check out our little patient. Grammie said she would be fine. The coloring looks good. It is just bruised and will need to be buddy taped. So, she buddy taped her toes together and now Brave is limping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her limp is really cute. She is still happy and giggly this morning. Her toes are a bit purple and pink, which is good. I still feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Brave. Mommy loves you... very much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that she is still able to walk and it is moments like this that you use to humble me. Praise God for this humbling experience. I am not perfect, even mommies make mistakes.&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/8851545156310480730-8701137554745867098?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8701137554745867098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=8701137554745867098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8701137554745867098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8701137554745867098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-brave.html' title='sorry brave'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/4055304917_34d5a432c2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6797712112874389172</id><published>2009-10-27T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:00:01.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babycakies3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my tummy'/><title type='text'>about this pregnancy</title><content type='html'>Eating was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4014128655/" title="fall colors by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3513/4014128655_564cb3f620_b.jpg" alt="fall colors" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That is something I will definitely remember about this pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not quite done with the pregnancy as I still have 7 weeks left to go. Though, I am really only thinking 4 because I tend to go early, but who knows this time around. From the beginning until now, I have a hard time eating. I was doing well for a couple of weeks in late August and early September, but the first trimester pickiness and nausea is back... yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here typing, I am doing so because I am hungry, but don't know what to eat. I am craving steak teriyaki and shrimp tempura from Tokyo Lobby, but that is quite far from where I live, so that isn't happening tonight. Ben tried last night to satisfy that craving with a local Japanese place down the street, but it was nasty! I ate it because I was hungry, but it didn't kill the craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go back to fridge now to figure things out. As for the picture of cauliflower it really has nothing to do with this post. I do love cauliflower, but I think picture-less posts tend to be boring, so I stuck that in here for good measure. Roasted purple and orange cauliflower are some of my favorite vegetables to eat, but I don't want it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby... what do you want to eat tonight?!!&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/8851545156310480730-6797712112874389172?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6797712112874389172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6797712112874389172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6797712112874389172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6797712112874389172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-to-remember-about-this.html' title='about this pregnancy'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3513/4014128655_564cb3f620_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-5997332475588023647</id><published>2009-10-26T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:15:17.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><title type='text'>an afternoon of fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This past Saturday we decided to make an afternoon trek to Sea World for their Halloween Spooktacular. Ben was super busy with work all week, so we weren't able to spend any family time, so Saturday was our family day. We did things at home in the morning and then made our way south for a lovely afternoon of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girls were so, so, so happy. They love all the animals and show. They are just enamored and take it all in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4042024250/" title="halloween spooktacular at sea world by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2476/4042024250_6cf30cd737_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="halloween spooktacular at sea world" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4042024808/" title="dolphins by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/4042024808_d854408f60_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="dolphins" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4042025152/" title="the dolphins by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2790/4042025152_3863270cf4_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="the dolphins" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4042025484/" title="watching a show by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3479/4042025484_6a155581e3_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="watching a show" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4042025818/" title="funny faces together by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2488/4042025818_57170ec3c4_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="funny faces together" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4042026178/" title="crazy face by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2611/4042026178_eeb241270c_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="crazy face" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4041281843/" title="her new funny face by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/4041281843_d67196da7f_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="her new funny face" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4042027516/" title="watching a show by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3483/4042027516_c158dd3aab_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="watching a show" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4041283235/" title="spinning by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2449/4041283235_65e8b8ec8e_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="spinning" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4041281499/" title="sea world by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4041281499_7bf97a66c6_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="sea world" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/4042024250/" title="halloween spooktacular at sea world by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Lord for such a wonderful time and creating places like this to make some fun family memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We only have a bit more time to enjoy being a family of four, before we make a new normal and enjoy being a family of five. This time it will be a stroller &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a sling because there is no way I am gonna be pushing around a 3-seater stroller! I am getting nervous... nervous, but very excited!!! Children are such blessings from the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-5997332475588023647?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5997332475588023647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=5997332475588023647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5997332475588023647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5997332475588023647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/10/afternoon-of-fun.html' title='an afternoon of fun'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2476/4042024250_6cf30cd737_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-2475305297451937660</id><published>2009-10-22T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:28:02.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>conversation</title><content type='html'>I know it has been ages. Ben gets on my case. I will be back here regularly soon. This is after all our family blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our funny conversation today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to True and asking her, "Do you know what Papi is going to get Mommy for her birthday?" (Yeah. I know. I am bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True says, "Flowers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Oh really?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True continues to say, "I am going to get you flowers too. Papi will give me money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reply, "Oh, I like flowers.You have money?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my funny little girl says, "Grammie has big money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at her and chuckled, "How do you know Grammie has big money?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grammie told me. Grammie said she has BIG money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started laughing and called my mom right away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-2475305297451937660?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2475305297451937660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=2475305297451937660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2475305297451937660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2475305297451937660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/10/conversation.html' title='conversation'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-8363051726958898160</id><published>2009-09-17T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:03:19.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>answered prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For a few months now, if you asked True what her prayer request is, she would say, "For me to go to dance class." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God finally answered it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meet my little dancer. She is doing a class with ballet and tap and loves it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3929605549/" title="the new dancer by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2638/3929605549_605e5064c8_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="the new dancer" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3930384514/" title="she has been praying for this for a long time by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/3930384514_1694a9f03e_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="she has been praying for this for a long time" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3930386080/" title="dance by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2481/3930386080_2f5182e6c8_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="dance" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3930386080/" title="dance by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parents aren't allowed to be in class or take pictures during, so we watch through a glass and take pictures after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is so cute. She calls her tap shoes, "tap tap shoes." She has a little bag for her shoes and she brings it with her everywhere. And what made her first dance class extra special is that they played Michael Jackson. She loves Michael Jackson!!! Though, I did get a bit nervous because every little girl had to say what princess she wanted to be like. Well, True doesn't watch television, so she doesn't really know princesses. Good thing, she just copied what the first girl said like all the other little girls did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As True now says, "Praise God! I am in dance class!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-8363051726958898160?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8363051726958898160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=8363051726958898160' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8363051726958898160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8363051726958898160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/09/answered-prayer.html' title='answered prayer'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2638/3929605549_605e5064c8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6702225475370460935</id><published>2009-08-15T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:47:57.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>hams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3841391946/" title="they cheese it up big time by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2650/3841391946_03215f9a57_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="they cheese it up big time" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3841391162/" title="they cheese it up big time by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2439/3841391162_caa22f671d_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="they cheese it up big time" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tell you, my little ones are such hams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-6702225475370460935?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6702225475370460935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6702225475370460935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6702225475370460935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6702225475370460935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/hams.html' title='hams'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2650/3841391946_03215f9a57_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6260717306054737046</id><published>2009-08-13T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:46:19.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circle of friends'/><title type='text'>when yek's in town</title><content type='html'>Friends are over. There's lots of laughing &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; interrogation. Though the number one thing is that pizza is always made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3817637653/" title="a taco pizza by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/3817637653_e644d6e2cb_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="a taco pizza" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3818448858/" title="i love pepperoni by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3477/3818448858_52f7c582c2_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="i love pepperoni" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3818451564/" title="watching yek the center of attention by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/3818451564_74ac355876_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="watching yek the center of attention" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3817643057/" title="i don't know what he is doing by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2531/3817643057_4b6b66d12d_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="i don't know what he is doing" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3817644517/" title="heather's peach cobbler by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/3817644517_4a97117b7d_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="heather's peach cobbler" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Side note: Heather makes the best peach cobbler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And why isn't I never got the picture of our guest of honor. Who knows?!! Sorry Yek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Praise God for the many friendships that have lasted through the years (and now include our significant others)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-6260717306054737046?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6260717306054737046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6260717306054737046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6260717306054737046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6260717306054737046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-yeks-in-town.html' title='when yek&apos;s in town'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/3817637653_e644d6e2cb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-3194721310345843434</id><published>2009-08-12T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:41:01.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mama-milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3817636387/" title="artful blogging- autumn issue by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2480/3817636387_c8c00e3995_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="artful blogging- autumn issue" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All because of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be bought at your local &lt;a href="http://www.borders.com/online/store/Home"&gt;Borders&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/"&gt;Barnes &amp; Noble&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-3194721310345843434?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3194721310345843434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=3194721310345843434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3194721310345843434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3194721310345843434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/mama-milestone.html' title='mama-milestone'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2480/3817636387_c8c00e3995_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-535452450170125602</id><published>2009-08-09T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:38:53.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><title type='text'>another fair-ly good time</title><content type='html'>It is a family tradition to go the &lt;a href="http://www.ocfair.com/2009/"&gt;O.C. Fair&lt;/a&gt; and now that the girls are getting older, it is a lot more fun as they are able to interact with everything going on around them. True was happy to go ride hopping and Brave just followed suit. Too bad for me, I can't really ride anything because they don't let pregnant people get on rides, even ones that go .5 miles per hour. Kinda ridiculous, but better to be safe than sorry. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our trip to the fair came after &lt;a href="http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/braves-birthday-dinner.html"&gt;Brave's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/sea-world.html"&gt;birthday&lt;/a&gt; celebrations, the girls' vacation with Grammie and Grumpy, which included lots of swimming, shopping, and Knott's Berry Farm, and so the fair was going to end their week long escapades (not too mention they went to VBS in the beginning part of the week). We were nervous about taking them to the fair after such a busy week, but it was the last day, so we had no choice. Thankfully, the girls are troopers and had a lolly jolly time doing &lt;i&gt;fair&lt;/i&gt;-ly fun things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806297605/" title="my loves by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806297605/" title="my loves by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/3806297605_788e5a2bb2_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="my loves" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3807114052/" title="petting zoo by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3525/3807114052_07fb990109_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="petting zoo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806299139/" title="she loves pink (and blue) by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3527/3806299139_574fbbdcbf_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="she loves pink (and blue)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806299755/" title="elephant ride by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2599/3806299755_8d070473ab_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="elephant ride" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806301485/" title="cheese by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2603/3806301485_5e59d5abee_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="cheese" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3807120610/" title="my baby-baby by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/3807120610_4c9fac85d1_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="my baby-baby" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3807121420/" title="loved the boat by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2606/3807121420_e088223000_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="loved the boat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3807123982/" title="lemonade!!! for 5 bucks... eek!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2592/3807123982_be0dc12534_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="lemonade!!! for 5 bucks... eek!!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806306513/" title="kinda stinky there by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/3806306513_7146213cdc_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="kinda stinky there" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3807126828/" title="best friends (sometimes) by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3432/3807126828_ee9f926529_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="best friends (sometimes)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806311825/" title="fair people by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2559/3806311825_2dac2cb2a6_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="fair people" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806313505/" title="baby! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/3806313505_69681bfc72_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="baby!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806316497/" title="tradition by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2496/3806316497_7c465c1b1c_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="tradition" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3807138914/" title="mine just mine! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2581/3807138914_dc12c9949c_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="mine just mine!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806328791/" title="kiss his cheek by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2483/3806328791_194a5ec4d8_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="kiss his cheek" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806329883/" title="ready to go up? by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3541/3806329883_81bf67e18c_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="ready to go up?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806331361/" title="uh-oh! he hates heights. by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/3806331361_e057d7dd12_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="uh-oh! he hates heights." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806334091/" title="nervous up in the air by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2670/3806334091_39e02767f5_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="nervous up in the air" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3807154710/" title="she picked the pig by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/3807154710_331d6a1214_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="she picked the pig" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3807160258/" title="elephant ride by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2462/3807160258_656dd46386_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="elephant ride" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3807157636/" title="the four girls by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3483/3807157636_ba37de4e51_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="the four girls" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our family is definitely growing. The &lt;a href="http://rubyellen.blogspot.com/2007/08/memory-hunters-on-prowl.html"&gt;first time&lt;/a&gt; we came here, we were a family of 3 (soon-to-be 4 as I went into labor the very next morning), &lt;a href="http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2008/08/fair-ly-good-time.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; we were a family of 4, and this year we are still a family of 4, but we have another one on the way. So two out of the three years we have come, I have been pregnant. But then again, it seems like I am &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; pregnant. Despite the lingering nauseousness, I love being pregnant and everyday we get more and more excited to meet this little one inside me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next year, will be extra, extra, extra loads of fun as we will be taking our &lt;i&gt;three&lt;/i&gt; little girls to the fair. We can hardly wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-535452450170125602?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/535452450170125602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=535452450170125602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/535452450170125602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/535452450170125602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-fair-ly-good-time.html' title='another fair-ly good time'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/3806297605_788e5a2bb2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-1655546199083781092</id><published>2009-08-08T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:38:27.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love benny'/><title type='text'>no girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Both our babycakies went to join their Grammie and Grumpy (and aunts and uncle) on their vacation in Palm Springs and galavanting in southern California. Therefore, that means Ben and I had a few days &amp;amp; nights of quiet and were able to sneak in a  date night (&amp;amp; date breakfast) somewhere between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3904713587/" title="date night by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2640/3904713587_16d5420af8_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="date night" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3905496478/" title="date night by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3905496478_604d4c6463_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="date night" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3806294717/" title="breakfast by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2498/3806294717_e5a0f3a461_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="breakfast" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Husbands and wives definitely need date nights (and date breakfasts). I absolutely adore Benny and love it when we can have a relaxing time of the just the two of us. Of course, we were missing our girls dearly the whole time, but we were happy just to be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-1655546199083781092?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1655546199083781092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=1655546199083781092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/1655546199083781092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/1655546199083781092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-girls.html' title='no girls'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2640/3904713587_16d5420af8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-3678539747377846128</id><published>2009-08-06T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:03:57.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brave'/><title type='text'>sea world</title><content type='html'>We decided to finally take them to an amusement park. Though, I guess we took them to &lt;a href="http://www.knotts.com/"&gt;Knott's&lt;/a&gt; last Winter, but it was just a few hours and we got in free because of &lt;a href="http://www.toysfortots.org/"&gt;Toys for Tots&lt;/a&gt;. It will probably still be awhile until we go to Disneyland because those tickets are just darn expensive and not in our budget. Nevertheless, off to &lt;a href="http://www.seaworld.com/"&gt;Sea World&lt;/a&gt; we went for the continuation of Brave's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3797448930/" title="she's a big girl now! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2501/3797448930_6b248088d1_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="she's a big girl now!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3797448072/" title="wow! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3421/3797448072_56d821f58c_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="wow!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3797447444/" title="yum grub! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3508/3797447444_1e3360a329_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="yum grub!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3796632749/" title="side by side by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2552/3796632749_17f0042b2c_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="side by side" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3796636297/" title="look pink! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2453/3796636297_1577a423e4_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="look pink!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3796635247/" title="loving the animals by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/3796635247_7dcef4df41_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="loving the animals" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3796633759/" title="pink flamingos by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3447/3796633759_40f03fa0cb_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="pink flamingos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3796639689/" title="no longer high-waisted shorts by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2670/3796639689_482d88b181_b.jpg" width="450" height="038" alt="no longer high-waisted shorts" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3797458056/" title="look mommy! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/3797458056_967bd4b430_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="look mommy!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3796642065/" title="penguins by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2422/3796642065_a154a041f9_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="penguins" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3797460442/" title="their first ride by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3561/3797460442_3f4665d21b_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="their first ride" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3796644521/" title="waiting for true and papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/3796644521_7b77c34e9f_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="waiting for true and papi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3797463944/" title="shamus by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/3797463944_e37366b1dc_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="shamus" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3797446700/" title="sha-sha-shamu! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3506/3797446700_e110d55499_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="sha-sha-shamu!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3797446700/" title="sha-sha-shamu! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a full happy day. The birthday girl and her big sister had lots of fun. The animals are so mesmerizing and we will definitely be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now all in love with Sea World. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-3678539747377846128?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3678539747377846128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=3678539747377846128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3678539747377846128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3678539747377846128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/sea-world.html' title='sea world'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2501/3797448930_6b248088d1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-214931015415229848</id><published>2009-08-05T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:41:49.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brave'/><title type='text'>Brave's birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Despite the pictures that you are about to see, the evening didn't go off without a hitch. It started out quite a stormy sea. Brave didn't want to get dressed or take any pictures, True was complaining that it was &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; birthday, I was running around preparing all the food and trying to decorate, and Ben was stressing about something job related for today. Thus, we are not a perfect family and frustrations came. There was crying, throwing in of the towels, a bit of madness, and more crying. It was a rocky start to the evening to say the least, but I guess out at sea, sometimes things are bound to get rocky. It was all part of the theme, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With that, here are the only pictures I really got of Brave in her little getup. Like I said, she refused to take any pictures and only wanted lemonade at the start of the evening. It was madness. We were all madness. Nevertheless, we went forward and tried to enjoy the rest of the evening. The full outfit shot will just have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3791464228/" title="the sailorette by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2481/3791464228_b01c4f753a_b.jpg" alt="the sailorette" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my sailorette getting lemonade for the umpteenth time. We eventually had to put the lemonade inside the house. Out of sight, out of mind. She must have been busy out at sea all day long cause this sailorette was mighty thirsty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3791462712/" title="nice tat brave! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2647/3791462712_e10c2f9e0f_b.jpg" alt="nice tat brave!" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On this ship, dinner consisted of some salmon with couscous, grape tomatoes, roasted orange cauliflower all topped with lime and green onions, and all on paper plates because naturally that is what we use on our ship (at least for the night). Dessert consisted of "mini seas" made of blueberry jello and whipped cream.  Not sure what sailors really eat (or how), but this is what I imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3791458714/" title="the menu by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/3791458714_77a0e9edca_b.jpg" alt="the menu" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3790648339/" title="the mini seas by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3641/3790648339_e0a6c5592c_b.jpg" alt="the mini seas" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The centerpiece of the table was the new pet goldfish that the girls happily named Yogurt. Not sure why, but that is what they chose, so Ben and I just said, "Aye, aye, captains!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3790647451/" title="the new friend by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3506/3790647451_1e7beb10f1_b.jpg" alt="the new friend" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Doodling and crafting must also be done at sea, so there was coloring abundance and sailor hat making all at the dinner table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3791461212/" title="true's coloring job by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2528/3791461212_fcd9c49ff2_b.jpg" alt="true's coloring job" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3790651427/" title="the sailorette's sailor hat by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2487/3790651427_8ef8be15aa_b.jpg" alt="the sailorette's sailor hat" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3790649883/" title="the little sailorette by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2446/3790649883_1441b58233_b.jpg" alt="the little sailorette" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alas, the moment the little &lt;i&gt;brave&lt;/i&gt; sailorette has been waiting for... the birthday song and candles. We did about 3 rounds of lighting candles, singing, and cheering all because she loved this part of her birthday. Naturally, we also had to do a round for True because it was her happy &lt;i&gt;unbirthday&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3790654281/" title="making a birthday wish by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2522/3790654281_76404db31e_b.jpg" alt="making a birthday wish" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After all the rounds of singing, the sailorette and her big sister had a fine time digging in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2458/3791467116_95fd9ce0d1_b.jpg" alt="blueberry jello" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a chaotic, but fun memorable time. I know crazy, frustrating times are hard when you are going through the moment, but when you look back, it is all so silly. I am glad my Brave enjoyed her birthday (see more pictures of the day &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/sets/72157621825878809/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). She seem to happily chow down all the food and was content to go inside to get her presents, take a bath, and go to sleep. If she's happy, that is all I need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, the birthday celebrations will continue as we head off with the sailorette and True on a special outing to &lt;a href="http://www.seaworld.com/"&gt;Sea World&lt;/a&gt;. Ben has been reading them books on sea animals and aquariums, so this will be a real treat.&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/8851545156310480730-214931015415229848?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/214931015415229848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=214931015415229848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/214931015415229848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/214931015415229848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/braves-birthday-dinner.html' title='Brave&apos;s birthday dinner'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2481/3791464228_b01c4f753a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-5865936326857395031</id><published>2009-08-04T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:49:06.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brave'/><title type='text'>Brave's birthday day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was VBS week, so she had to wake up super early to get her birthday breakfast in bed. Nevertheless, she enjoyed every bit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3790641677/" title="sleepily eating her breakfast in bed by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3471/3790641677_7cd6e1cd40_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="sleepily eating her breakfast in bed" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3790642277/" title="breakfast in bed tradition by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2666/3790642277_49995a6e0e_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="breakfast in bed tradition" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Papi worked on her birthday so during the day we indulged in some birthday festivities without him. Grammie and Grumpy met us at VBS to deliver Brave some presents and then we all had a hearty, probably super unhealthy lunch at B.J's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3790642277/" title="breakfast in bed tradition by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3790643133/" title="loves presents by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3422/3790643133_b9b5c158fa_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="loves presents" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3791455858/" title="loves candles by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2656/3791455858_a7f2d3e899_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="loves candles" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3790644723/" title="at lunch for bravey by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/3790644723_0a08c3b37d_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="at lunch for bravey" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Navales family then went off for their family vacation in Palm Springs and I rushed home to put the girls to nap to get Bravey's birthday dinner ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so thankful for my Brave. She is absolute sugar... just so, so sweet. Though, when I first got pregnant with her, I didn't think I was ready, but God always knows better. Thank you Lord for being an all-knowing God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-5865936326857395031?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5865936326857395031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=5865936326857395031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5865936326857395031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5865936326857395031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/braves-birthday-day.html' title='Brave&apos;s birthday day'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3471/3790641677_7cd6e1cd40_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6606470400782286187</id><published>2009-07-22T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:38:30.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babycakies3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my tummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>babies and stuff</title><content type='html'>Now, I definitely thought that I would be recording this pregnancy more than the others cause after all, I blog about everything. But alas, I haven't really recorded much of this pregnancy as the computer makes me nauseous (along with wearing pants and skirts), so I don't blog all too often. My &lt;a href="http://richellephant.blogspot.com/"&gt;littlest seester&lt;/a&gt; gets on me for not blogging and so does Lin, so I will promise to get better, at least, try.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pregnancy is good. Almost at 20 weeks, so halfway there. I can hardly believe it. Now, that we know it is a girl, we are preparing. Not that we need much as we have tons of stuff from the other two and I saved things that would be needed again (just in case), but just preparing mentally and prayerfully, especially getting the girls ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little Bravey will be fine. She loves babies. That is an understatement. She &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adores&lt;/span&gt; babies. If we are somewhere where there is a baby, she will want to stay where the baby is. She even has this "baby" she takes with her everywhere. I don't think we will have any jealous issues with the new baby nor True. The one with the jealous issues will probably be me as I am going to have to fight to get Brave's attention off the baby and back to me. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3747865126/" title="she loves babies by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/3747865126_b393fe3154_b.jpg" alt="she loves babies" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From the beginning of my pregnancy to now, I have only gained 3 pounds (I am sure I will pack it on soon though). I attribute it to my lack of appetite, my constant nausea, my vomiting, and my desire not to eat. The midwife said all should be well, so we aren't worried. I am guessing the weight I kept from my other two pregnancies are still there on reserved, so I guess I don't need to pack more on. I should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Randomly, a couple days ago, I suddenly craved chocolate cake. Warm and fudgy. I immediately told Ben, who was working from home, and True was nearby listening. True was very attentive as this is what she came up to me to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True (Puts hand on my shoulder as I am sitting on the floor whining to Ben about my need for cake.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True: Mommy, you want chocolate cake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True: I will get you chocolate cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: You will?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True: Yes, I will get it for you. Don't be sad okay. I will get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: How will you get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True: I will get it at the grocery (sounds like grow-sherry).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Do you have money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True: Yes. I have money in Papi's pocket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*True saw Ben put $3 in his pocket earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: You promise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True: I get will get you chocolate cake. Okay? Don't worry. I will get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True: I love you Mommy and the baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(We hug as Ben smiles.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True (Finds a quarter on the ground.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True: See mommy! (Shows me the quarter.) I have money to get you chocolate cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was sweet and so cute. And as promised, Ben and True came home with some petite chocolate ganache just for me! I was satisfied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3747075339/" title="a craving: chocolate cake by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2547/3747075339_2dab9e590b_b.jpg" alt="a craving: chocolate cake" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3747075339/" title="a craving: chocolate cake by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True: Mommy, I got you chocolate cake (as she hands me the box).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Thank you. Who paid for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True: Papi did. He had money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And here is the baby that is causing some sort of ruckus to my body...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3747073889/" title="what is that glow? by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3747073889/" title="what is that glow? by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2487/3747073889_74d5d31747_b.jpg" alt="what is that glow?" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah. That blurry thing is her. I can't really see my feet. That's my belly alright, nice and round!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-6606470400782286187?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6606470400782286187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6606470400782286187' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6606470400782286187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6606470400782286187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/babies-and-stuff.html' title='babies and stuff'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/3747865126_b393fe3154_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-7553788462844883672</id><published>2009-07-19T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:15:25.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babycakies3'/><title type='text'>the verdict</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3731680300/" title="surprise!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2504/3731680300_e7706f5eff_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="surprise!!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God must think Ben is really special because he now has THREE little girls to take care of!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's right. We are having another, yes, I said &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt;, girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True is going to have two little sisters and Brave will have one little sister. There will be a lot of hormones and PMS-ing going around in this house one day (and we thought it was bad enough with me). We will eventually have an 18 yr. old, 17 yr. old and 15 yr. old girl all at the same time. Their teenage years will be madness, but I am sure loads of fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was so wrong again. I totally thought I was having a boy, but I thought I was having a boy with my first two and I was so wrong. Note to self: Don't trust my instincts. We were ready for whatever God wanted to give us. I thought a girl might be slightly easier cause we already have two, but I would like one boy, one day, should God bless us again. Though, I think I could only handle 1 boy. Two Bens would be a dream, but if we end up with 4 girls. Well, I would stop at 4. I am not sure if I could be a mom of 5. That is just crazy! But we will see whatever God wills...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Lord for blessing us with another little girl. We are so, so, so excited!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, let the name game begin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-7553788462844883672?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7553788462844883672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=7553788462844883672' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7553788462844883672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7553788462844883672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/verdict.html' title='the verdict'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2504/3731680300_e7706f5eff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-2238201921433614637</id><published>2009-07-16T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:47:10.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Thought'/><title type='text'>can't wait</title><content type='html'>We find out tomorrow if it is a boy or girl. My feelings say a boy, but I felt that way with the first two and I am obviously wrong, so we will see. Ben can see it going either way. We don't have a strong preference toward one or the other as we are just glad God is giving us these blessings, but I do think having a girl will be easier since I have all the things already. Whatever God wants.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is funny to go back and read what I wrote when we first found out our babycakies 2 was a girl, which we all know now as Brave. Read it &lt;a href="http://rubyellen.blogspot.com/2007/03/so.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-2238201921433614637?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2238201921433614637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=2238201921433614637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2238201921433614637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2238201921433614637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-wait.html' title='can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-7541507515125384004</id><published>2009-07-15T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:42:30.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>getting back to life</title><content type='html'>We were so exhausted our first day back home that we were like zombies. We didn't answer the phone and napped all day long. Once we started feeling better, which was the next day, we started on our garden. We now have two beds full of veggies and fruits and we are ready to start attacking one of the planters in the yard. We don't know if we have green thumbs, but we are hoping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3727512217/" title="the beds before we put stuff in by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/3727512217_9d62d4b5be_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="the beds before we put stuff in" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3727515007/" title="our first fruits  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3727515007/" title="our first fruits  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2435/3727515007_6913e8336e_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="our first fruits " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Ben and I are enjoying this new found hobby together and the girls are loving having a backyard to run around in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please God help our plants grow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-7541507515125384004?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7541507515125384004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=7541507515125384004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7541507515125384004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7541507515125384004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-back-to-life.html' title='getting back to life'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/3727512217_9d62d4b5be_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-8519742696577824497</id><published>2009-07-13T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:37:31.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part Texan'/><title type='text'>road trip home: day one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bright and early, we said goodbye and got on the road again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3736033224/" title="goodbye!!! on the road again... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3424/3736033224_9a4682719d_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="goodbye!!! on the road again..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girls were ready and excited for their road trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735239423/" title="ready for the road trip by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2574/3735239423_960b88525e_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="ready for the road trip" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3736036166/" title="ready for the road trip by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/3736036166_6ef3d3aa9f_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="ready for the road trip" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Though they didn't like it when sun was in their eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3736037540/" title="hiding from the sun by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/3736037540_4d50e77e1d_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="hiding from the sun" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735243849/" title="hiding from the sun by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2489/3735243849_11317a3529_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="hiding from the sun" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nevertheless, we had a plethora of things to keep them entertained...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735245351/" title="busy in the car by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735245351/" title="busy in the car by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3522/3735245351_5e0b328f48_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="busy in the car" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what is normally supposed to be a two day road trip, ended up being one, one really long one. Ben and I took turns driving and we did it in one straight shot, but of course with lots of bathroom breaks and time to give the girls to jump around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girls behaved the whole time and followed their regular nap schedule, even in the car. We all had snacks galore and had &lt;a href="http://www.davematthewsband.com/"&gt;Dave Matthews&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/E-N-D-Energy-Never-Dies/dp/B00192IV0O"&gt;Black Eyed Peas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Essential-Michael-Jackson/dp/B0009XNUK0"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nellyfurtado"&gt;Nelly Furtado&lt;/a&gt; to keep us company. We did have a 1.5 hour detour as we took a road to bypass Phoenix, but there were bad signs and that added 45 minutes and then in Palm Springs they merged all lanes to one, and it took another 45 minutes to get through a mile, even though it took longer,  praise the Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, in the very wee hours of the morning, we all got home safe and sound all by the mighty hand of God! We were glad to be back home! We piled tiredly in the house and zonked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Lord for our San Antonio Summer '09, our four-niversary in New Orleans, and a wonderful day on the road...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-8519742696577824497?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8519742696577824497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=8519742696577824497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8519742696577824497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8519742696577824497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-trip-home-day-one.html' title='road trip home: day one'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3424/3736033224_9a4682719d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-4907885017026346082</id><published>2009-07-12T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:25:06.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part Texan'/><title type='text'>san antonio summer: day six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here we are on our last day in San Antonio. This was actually supposed to be our day to go home, but we extended the trip one more day. Part of the day was finishing up packing the car as the girls played with Auntia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735231777/" title="the stick collector by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2432/3735231777_7857b94586_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="the stick collector" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3736028582/" title="grandmama by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2498/3736028582_1c6092991e_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="grandmama" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were fully loaded with a basket of goodies for our road trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735229901/" title="basket of goodies for the road by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3459/3735229901_32789f1500_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="basket of goodies for the road" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We made a stop to say hi and bye to Tia Paula...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3736023284/" title="tia paula by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3517/3736023284_3ec799de61_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="tia paula" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And we had a celebratory and thank you lunch with Auntia and Grandmama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735207369/" title="thank you lunch! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/3735207369_d53a70568c_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="thank you lunch!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3736001830/" title="ordering by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2662/3736001830_ec0cbb7e12_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="ordering" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We forget about the touristy things in San Antonio, but we decided to take the girls to see the Alamo. But it was super hot and Brave only wanted Papi, so taking pictures was a bit difficult...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735213371/" title="crying at the alamo by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/3735213371_d85960f905_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="crying at the alamo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735211275/" title="hugging at the alamo by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2510/3735211275_e1086b842e_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="hugging at the alamo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735215387/" title="at the alamo by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/3735215387_e27b30ed28_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="at the alamo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3736014592/" title="at the alamo by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2642/3736014592_3f11d84f55_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="at the alamo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735217081/" title="at the alamo by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3735217081_e9423cf82b_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="at the alamo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3736016388/" title="the bratchers by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/3736016388_cdeb18ebcd_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="the bratchers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735223275/" title="all of us  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2607/3735223275_7e99aea7a2_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="all of us " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thankfully, we got all the pictures we wanted. Hopefully, we can compare these to when the girls are much bigger and we can take pictures here again when they are older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alas, here we are... the Bratcher four, but soon to be five in about 20 weeks. Half way there and half way to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735226295/" title="the bratcher four (soon five) by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/3735226295_2f21fc6de3_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="the bratcher four (soon five)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The rest of the evening, Ben jam packed the car and then we all relaxed, Brave especially...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3736031522/" title="relaxing on the last night by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/3736031522_70b38326c4_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="relaxing on the last night" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735234893/" title="she likes belly rubs from grandmama by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735234893/" title="she likes belly rubs from grandmama by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2457/3735234893_d0a79db4e7_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="she likes belly rubs from grandmama" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brave loved the tummy rub from her Grandmama. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We very much enjoyed our time in San Antonio and we so, so appreciate all the love that Suzi and Mama constantly bestowed upon us.  We truly are so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-4907885017026346082?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4907885017026346082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=4907885017026346082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4907885017026346082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4907885017026346082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/san-antonio-summer-day-six.html' title='san antonio summer: day six'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2432/3735231777_7857b94586_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-3199020931120934423</id><published>2009-07-11T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:09:10.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part Texan'/><title type='text'>san antonio summer: day five</title><content type='html'>Most of the day was busy cleaning up and helping Grandmama get rid of things or we just animal watched in Grandmama's yard...&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710769654/" title="birds in mama's yard by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2489/3710769654_45d64a762f_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="birds in mama's yard" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709963087/" title="birds in mama's yard by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3644/3709963087_b12debff74_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="birds in mama's yard" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709964671/" title="birds in mama's yard by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/3709964671_3db06380b1_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="birds in mama's yard" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710767354/" title="birds in mama's yard by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2473/3710767354_1fbf60be3c_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="birds in mama's yard" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the afternoon, we were able to see some of Ben's buddies, Ralph and &lt;a href="http://myrtlestreetjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ernest&lt;/a&gt;, for just a little bit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735202087/" title="ben and ralph by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3735202087_2c444e06c4_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="ben and ralph" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735203667/" title="ben and ernest by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3735203667/" title="ben and ernest by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2552/3735203667_6d056760ea_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="ben and ernest" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a nice day of resting from our previous road trip and getting ready for the next one and of course it was always a treat to see old friends. Our time in San Antonio always goes by much too quickly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more day left to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-3199020931120934423?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3199020931120934423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=3199020931120934423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3199020931120934423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/3199020931120934423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/san-antonio-summer-day-five.html' title='san antonio summer: day five'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2489/3710769654_45d64a762f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-2013517771902912097</id><published>2009-07-10T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:54:19.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love benny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafty crafting'/><title type='text'>four-niversary in new orleans: day three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last day of our celebration was a long, long day. Ben first had to take care of some stuff for the car window in New Orleans, while I was cleaning and packing back at the hotel. Then, he came back and we made our way back out. It was a beautiful hotel and I am so glad we stayed there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710729106/" title="in our room at international house by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2460/3710729106_8276e2cfcd_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="in our room at international house" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We headed out to eat in New Orleans one last time. Ben really wanted to have their red beans and rice again, so this time we headed to another local favorite called &lt;a href="http://www.mothersrestaurant.net/"&gt;Mother's&lt;/a&gt;. This time I ordered jambalaya and we ordered a side of green turnip (I think)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710730508/" title="jambalaya, red beans &amp;amp; rice, smothered vegetables by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3452/3710730508_dcf078d41f_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="jambalaya, red beans &amp;amp; rice, smothered vegetables" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was funny cause when ordering Ben asked, "How is turnip made?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The waitress said, "Smothered." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He said, "What is smothered?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She replied, "With butter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ben and I looked at each other and started laughing. Smothered. With butter. Not just with butter, but with loads of butter. Smothered with butter is such a clear mental picture of how it is made. I guess it doesn't hurt to try it once! haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, the food was all good and I love the strong spice in my jambalaya. That brings our food list to: boiled shrimp, barbequed shrimp, po' boys, beans &amp;amp; rice (twice), etouffee, jambalya, smothered turnip, and a whole bunch of beignets (for me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Speaking of beignets, after lunch, we headed back into the Quarter to pick up one last bunch of beignets. I can't leave without having more. I will definitely miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafedumonde.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cafe Du Monde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Also, one last thing to see before leaving the city was stopping by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Louis_Cemetery"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;St. Louis Cemetery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. It is an old cemetery fashioned after the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C3%A8re_Lachaise"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pere Lachaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; cemetery in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All the tombs are above ground, supposedly because the water levels make burial difficult in New Orleans. The cemetery is an interesting site to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;Then there we were on the road again, but not yet quite to San Antonio. We still had one last stop to make right outside New Orleans and of course pass over the Mississippi yet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709921403/" title="over water by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/3709921403_f512e2bf69_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="over water" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709923285/" title="bridge over water by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2588/3709923285_a07a07e913_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="bridge over water" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710734736/" title="mississippi river again by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/3710734736_ca16d13528_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="mississippi river again" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since we were in the South, we had to stop and see a plantation. We decided to visit &lt;a href="http://www.oakalleyplantation.com/"&gt;Oak Alley Plantation&lt;/a&gt;. It was so grand and majestic. The house, the property, the tress were all just beautiful. We booked a little tour through the house and it was just as gorgeous as the outside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709928731/" title="the sitting room by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3637/3709928731_11cbfc07d4_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="the sitting room" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709930061/" title="ben and me by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/3709930061_59bbf704b6_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="ben and me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Funny thing is that everyone got in the first room and started snapping away, but then right after everyone got in, they told us no pictures were allowed. Therefore, the above two pictures are the only ones that I got in the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over 300 hundred years ago, the original owner planted 28 oak trees leading up to the Mississippi River. If you follow the trees directly to the end, it really does lead to the river, but I think they must have take out 4 trees on each side so they can put a road, cause the river is right after the road. Makes me wish we had grand oak trees leading up to our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710745326/" title="300 year old oaks by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/3710745326_a969327bdb_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="300 year old oaks" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The expanse of the property is so vast. I guess back then kitchens weren't made inside houses, just in case of fire, so this is where the kitchen used to be, but then a fire took it away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709938977/" title="the site of the old kitchen by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/3709938977_30ff6fb9d4_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="the site of the old kitchen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I kept imagining what life was life for the those who lived such a grand lifestyle. It was once full of socialites of the time and lots of parties with ladies wearing &lt;a href="http://www.shadesofwyldemor.com/catalog.php?item=487"&gt;antebellum dresses&lt;/a&gt;. If the house could talk, I am sure it would have lots of interesting stories to tell. Numerous movies and shows have been filmed here. The most notable of all is probably &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110148/"&gt;Interview with a Vampire&lt;/a&gt; as this was Brad Pitt's house in the film... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709938977/" title="the site of the old kitchen by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710760074/" title="the oaks and the big house by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3431/3710760074_7b19222b22_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="the oaks and the big house" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After tour, we had to skidaddle quick as time was going fast and we still had a long drive home. So Ben and I stole one more kiss in front of the house and then made our way back home to San Antonio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710753618/" title="kissing like always by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710753618/" title="kissing like always by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/3710753618_c6b58a9f75_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="kissing like always" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'Twas a romantic way to end our &lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;-niversary celebration in New Orleans. We had lots of fun, had full tummies, got tired and missed our girls dearly. We were ready to go home, then almost 8 hours later, at about 2 in the morning, we finally made it back to our beds in San Antonio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We praise God for the time he allowed us together to laugh, eat, dine, talk, and just rejuvenate each other. I just love being with Ben so much. God knows exactly what you need. I would never have imagined that God would give me such a fitting partner as Ben. God always knows best. Every time I think about how much Ben and I work so well together, I can't help but think of God. Even before Ben and I knew each other, he was preparing each of us separately for the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything I desired and wanted in a man, God gave me in Ben. It really is amazing. I never imagined that I would get someone so wonderful. I get smiley just thinking about it. Sometimes Ben and I just love being together and doing everything together (and with our girls) so much, that it is easy to forget everything around us. We definitely have to make a conscious effort and remind each other that we aren't here on earth for each other, but we have to share lives with others. Share Christ with others. It is our prayer as we enter into our fifth year, that we continue to interweave our lives with others for the purpose of encouraging others to see and love Christ more. Please pray that we continue to seek Christ together in our marriage and our family. God is truly so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I loved our &lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;-niversary and I can't wait until our &lt;i&gt;five&lt;/i&gt;-niversary... thank you Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-2013517771902912097?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2013517771902912097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=2013517771902912097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2013517771902912097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2013517771902912097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-niversary-in-new-orleans-day-three.html' title='four-niversary in new orleans: day three'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2460/3710729106_8276e2cfcd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-9005752740990011779</id><published>2009-07-09T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:23:15.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love benny'/><title type='text'>four-niversary in new orleans: day two</title><content type='html'>It was a restful morning as we left the hotel right about noon, just in time for lunch, but we grabbed some smoothies first so that we would have sustenance to do a little sightseeing before we ate. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked all through the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Quarter"&gt;French Quarter&lt;/a&gt; again, this time stopping in some antique shops along the way (and to take pictures)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710385586/" title="French Quarter by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3532/3710385586_1e10cd2efb_b.jpg" alt="French Quarter" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709572789/" title="French Quarter by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/3709572789_f22ec7233d_b.jpg" alt="French Quarter" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709576925/" title="love the colors by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2537/3709576925_bdf96feed3_b.jpg" alt="love the colors" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is so much character and texture in the Quarter. All the old buildings were absolutely beautiful, but the most eye catching of all was my Benny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709578591/" title="sexy man in the French Quarter by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2497/3709578591_bc0163b11b_b.jpg" alt="sexy man in the French Quarter" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We would sneak away into little courtyards between the buildings to explore and makeout...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709581715/" title="a hidden corner in the French Quarter by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2515/3709581715_6f66aa4d05_b.jpg" alt="a hidden corner in the French Quarter" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709896827/" title="courtyards in the French Quarter by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3521/3709896827_5e80118ec0_b.jpg" alt="courtyards in the French Quarter" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We walked and admired everything until we got hungry, so we made our way to the &lt;a href="http://www.frenchmarket.org/"&gt;French Market&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709582949/" title="French Market by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2614/3709582949_57af94ea63_b.jpg" alt="French Market" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709586807/" title="at the French Market by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2471/3709586807_faeb5ddb6e_b.jpg" alt="at the French Market" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709584935/" title="at the French Market by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/3709584935_e674306205_b.jpg" alt="at the French Market" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was lots of fresh produce and touristy trinkets, but no food, so we headed to a local favorite and ate at &lt;a href="http://www.johnnyspoboy.com/"&gt;Johnny's&lt;/a&gt; for some po' boys and red beans &amp;amp; rice....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709589467/" title="red beans and rice by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3460/3709589467_60ea34892f_b.jpg" alt="red beans and rice" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710398868/" title="shrimp po' boys by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/3710398868_ffae13cf26_b.jpg" alt="shrimp po' boys" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ben loved the red beans and rice, I thought it tasted good, but I am not a bean person. The po' boys was good, but kinda heavy since it was fried shrimp in a french bread sub-like sandwich. It was nice to eat and relax as it was so, so hot outside and super humid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a bit of rest, we continued onto get up close and personal with the Mississippi River and see the steamboat &lt;a href="http://www.steamboatnatchez.com/"&gt;Natchez.&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710668394/" title="river and new orleans by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/3710668394_3dce404323_b.jpg" alt="river and new orleans" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709861577/" title="mississippi river by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3709861577_112a9ee049_b.jpg" alt="mississippi river" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710671310/" title="kissing at the river by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2582/3710671310_630ce3e0b1_b.jpg" alt="kissing at the river" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Each stop must be commemorated with a kiss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, we did a little relaxing at &lt;a href="http://www.cafedumonde.com/"&gt;Cafe Du Monde&lt;/a&gt; (yes, again). I wanted to make sure to get beignets everday. Plus, Ben wasn't saying no, so I took advantage. We also listened to some really good street musicians playing nearby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710679640/" title="yum. yum. yum. by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2617/3710679640_7b12e1ab3c_b.jpg" alt="yum. yum. yum." height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709866931/" title="instrument of a singer by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2453/3709866931_6d4fc04f63_b.jpg" alt="instrument of a singer" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day was so full, we were so tired, but we trekked on. Next stop was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackson_Square,_New_Orleans"&gt;Jackson Square&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Louis_Cathedral,_New_Orleans"&gt;St. Louis Cathedral&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cabildo"&gt;Cabildo&lt;/a&gt;, which was where the official transfer and ceremony for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louisiana_Purchase"&gt;Louisiana Purchase&lt;/a&gt; took place... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710685660/" title="under a tree in jackson square by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/3710685660_1080b51a38_b.jpg" alt="under a tree in jackson square" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710688312/" title="resting in jackson square by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3710688312_07795e368e_b.jpg" alt="resting in jackson square" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We took a bit of time in Jackson Square as our feet were extremely tired from all the walking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709879957/" title="tired feet from walking by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/3709879957_c31101bf52_b.jpg" alt="tired feet from walking" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709882439/" title="st. louis cathedral by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2586/3709882439_013b49b48c_b.jpg" alt="st. louis cathedral" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709887457/" title="the cabildo by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2480/3709887457_a3f0361170_b.jpg" alt="the cabildo" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710700064/" title="canon at cabildo by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2670/3710700064_6748c0b183_b.jpg" alt="canon at cabildo" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After all that daytime sightseeing, we headed back to the hotel to rest a little. It was a nice break from all the heat. We relaxed and I took a nice nap, but soon enough we were dressed up (kinda) and ready to go out and officially celebrate our anniversary with a nice dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.gwfins.com/nola/"&gt;G.W. Fins&lt;/a&gt;, but only after our &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Streetcars_in_New_Orleans"&gt;trolley ride&lt;/a&gt; on St. Charles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710709288/" title="thinking on the ride by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2660/3710709288_22a4653206_b.jpg" alt="thinking on the ride" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We saw all the old beautiful houses and they were full of so much character and details. Made me want to move, but not sure I could deal with the heat or the hurricanes, but we probably can't afford it anyways. The trolley ride was fun, but so long that we had to change our dinner reservations twice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710712076/" title="love these houses by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3471/3710712076_d042899595_b.jpg" alt="love these houses" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709905905/" title="long trolley on st. charles by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3709905905_4f79ec910e_b.jpg" alt="long trolley on st. charles" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709907383/" title="on the trolley by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3421/3709907383_0883997771_b.jpg" alt="on the trolley" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dinner was yummy, yummy to my tummy. I didn't take pictures as we wanted to relax, but I got to try ettouffee and Ben got some mouthwatering tuna, but too bad it was raw in the middle, so I couldn't eat it. I also loved the gumbo. We really tried to make sure and try out all the local dishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a blessing to eat at G.W. Fins as this wasn't our original plan, but Ben didn't bring slacks to go to &lt;a href="http://www.commanderspalace.com/new_orleans/index.php"&gt;Commander's Palace&lt;/a&gt;, so we didn't fit the dress code. Nevertheless, God always has a plan. Well, by the end of dinner we knew exactly why God sent us to this particular restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our waiter, Scott, is a Christian. Not only that, but we found out he goes to seminary nearby. The conversation just kept going and it turns out he is part of the Southern Baptist Convention and a &lt;a href="http://vintagenola.org/"&gt;small church plant&lt;/a&gt; that just started in New Orleans a little over a year ago. His church is also part of &lt;a href="http://www.acts29network.org/"&gt;Acts 29&lt;/a&gt;, which &lt;a href="http://crossviewchurchla.org/"&gt;CrossView&lt;/a&gt; is part of too. We were so encouraged to hear how the believers in his church seek to reach others by sharing daily life with others. It reminded us so much of our church family and our goals in how to reach the community God has placed us in. We also learned that Scott and his wife have a desire to be missionaries in India to reach unreached people groups. We were just so blessed by the conversation we had with him and to hear what other fellow brothers and sisters are doing in New Orleans for the sake of the gospel. God is truly working in the lives of his children all around the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Following our most delicious (and encouraging) dinner, we headed back out to see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Preservation_Hall"&gt;Preservation Hall&lt;/a&gt; and to continue roaming through the French Quarter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709907383/" title="on the trolley by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710720246/" title="jazz music by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3636/3710720246_dc482d3b0e_b.jpg" alt="jazz music" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It wasn't Mardi Gras, but I got some masks to wear and bring home for my girls to put in their dress up stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709913097/" title="benny and me by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/3709913097_3263c681ff_b.jpg" alt="benny and me" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709916935/" title="kiss again!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709916935/" title="kiss again!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/3709916935_e50045e1d9_b.jpg" alt="kiss again!!!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gosh. I thought day one was full, but it didn't compare to day two. We were everywhere and did everything. It was just crazy fun, but we were crazy tired. Being here reminded Ben and me how much we love traveling. We just loved taking in all the new sights and sounds, especially new foods... yum. So far we have had: boiled shrimp, cajun barbequed shrimp, red beans &amp;amp; rice, po' boys, gumbo (twice), etouffee, and of course beignets (6 to be exact and all to myself). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a most wonderful anniversary day and we still had one partial day left of our &lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;-niversary in New Orleans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-9005752740990011779?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/9005752740990011779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=9005752740990011779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/9005752740990011779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/9005752740990011779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-niversary-in-new-orleans-day-two.html' title='four-niversary in new orleans: day two'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3532/3710385586_1e10cd2efb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6176636357130480724</id><published>2009-07-08T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:23:31.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love benny'/><title type='text'>four-niversary in new orleans: day one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was our four-niversary and we celebrated by leaving the girls with Grandmama and trekking to a new city we both had never been. I praise God for giving us four wonderful years thus far... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We snuck out of the house very early and made our way to New Orleans. It was almost an 8 hour drive, but of course we got a bit lost at the end because &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&amp;amp;tab=wl"&gt;Google Maps&lt;/a&gt; wasn't very good. Nevertheless, we found our way there. Before we arrived at our destination, we drove through Houston, Baton Rouge, and numerous other cities in between San Antonio and New Orleans. We also passed numerous bayous, swamps, and lots of rivers. In fact, I think we passed over the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mississippi River about 4 times. Let me tell you, that is one big, winding river. There was lots of laughing and singing as we drove. I just love being with my Benny so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709556635/" title="driving to new orleans by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3709556635_7102d31164.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="driving to new orleans" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709558453/" title="swamps and trees by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2597/3709558453_a924dc71fe_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="swamps and trees" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was my first view of the Mississippi. Little did I know was that I would be seeing it, or at least different parts of it, about ten times more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709555447/" title="mississippi river by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3709555447_8b51012662.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="mississippi river" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alas, we found our destination which was the &lt;a href="http://www.ihhotel.com/"&gt;International House&lt;/a&gt;. I immediately loved the hotel and was greeted by excellent service that they even upgraded our room. All blessings from the Lord. Then we freshened up and made our way into the French Quarter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3710371570/" title="heading into the French Quarter by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2618/3710371570_d2667d9126_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="heading into the French Quarter" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our primary goal was to eat. We wanted to try the real deal of boiled shrimp and crawfish, just like &lt;a href="http://www.theboilingcrab.com/"&gt;Boiling Crab&lt;/a&gt; style. We followed the suggestion of the hotel and went to &lt;a href="http://www.deanies.com/"&gt;Deanie's&lt;/a&gt; and boy was it dee-lee-scious!!! So spicy and so good... and fattening that we are sure! But all so worth it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709562681/" title="boiling shrimp by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/3709562681_93ff71e94a_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="boiling shrimp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After which we walked the infamous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bourbon_Street"&gt;Bourbon Street&lt;/a&gt; and all we could say was, "Oh my!" It was a great reminder of how deprived and sinful we are. It made Ben and I so thankful that God saved us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, everyone who has been here or lives near here told me I had to go to &lt;a href="http://www.cafedumonde.com/"&gt;Cafe Du Monde&lt;/a&gt;, so we made our way there... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709569313/" title="cafe du monde by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/3709569313_b2069835a8_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="cafe du monde" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For what you may ask, well, for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beignet"&gt;beignets&lt;/a&gt; of course! I took my little treat and brought it back with me to the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We continued meandering through the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Quarter"&gt;French Quarter&lt;/a&gt; and just enjoyed being together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3725979590/" title="cool in nola by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/3725979590_005ac2f143_o.jpg" width="450" height="335" alt="cool in nola" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course we must always take some sort of kissing picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3725979590/" title="cool in nola by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3725979508/" title="kissing in nola by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2575/3725979508_7ded105412_o.jpg" width="450" height="335" alt="kissing in nola" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just love each other lots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, we came back to our hotel and enjoyed the rest of our evening together (and I devoured my beignets)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709570811/" title="my beignet and me by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3709570811/" title="my beignet and me by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2438/3709570811_ba3b10474f_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="my beignet and me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love my husband much more than I love beignets, but both are yummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day one was so full and happy. We really thank God that He worked all this out so that we could adventure in a new place together. It is because of God that we are covenanted together in marriage and that we continue to love each other daily, even with all the trials of life. All of this would be vanity if it weren't for Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day one was good and day two got even better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-6176636357130480724?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6176636357130480724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6176636357130480724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6176636357130480724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6176636357130480724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-niversary-in-new-orleans-day-one.html' title='four-niversary in new orleans: day one'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3709556635_7102d31164_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-8936482647605695480</id><published>2009-07-07T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:52:36.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circle of friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part Texan'/><title type='text'>san antonio summer: day four</title><content type='html'>Golly gee. This day was busy doing things to help mama and prepare for our trip. In the evening, we went to eat out with Alberto and his girlfriend (and his girlfriend's friend). Dinner was so crazy because the girls were so tired, especially True, and they were wiggling and wiggling. It was the most difficult dinner out ever and it just reinforces to us how much these girls need naps during the day. We were both trying to eat and hold one wiggly child at the same time. Though, True did devour as much sushi as she could. She just loves that stuff. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to meet Alberto's girlfriend and just kinda catch up with Alberto. The wiggly girls made conversations hard. Nevertheless, good times with good friends are always blessings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3706406751/" title="the two buds  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2537/3706406751_2595aedbd3_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="the two buds " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3706407357/" title="alberto and elizabeth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2267/3706407357_40e767fd9b_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="alberto and elizabeth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3706407357/" title="alberto and elizabeth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3706407233/" title="group picture by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3516/3706407233_e8eb2ce1c2_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="group picture" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3706407233/" title="group picture by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow in the course of True's wiggliness, her zipper came undone, then I broke it, so we made the dress a halter of sorts, but by the end of the evening, it was all falling off. It was quite the spectacle or maybe this was her way with dealing with the San Antonio heat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3707219216/" title="falling dress by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3707219216/" title="falling dress by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/3707219216_a28cc7e3e6_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="falling dress" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our San Antonio summer is flying by fast and the next day's agenda is to make our way to New Orleans for our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt;-niversary....&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/8851545156310480730-8936482647605695480?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8936482647605695480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=8936482647605695480' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8936482647605695480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8936482647605695480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/san-antonio-summer-day-four.html' title='san antonio summer: day four'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2537/3706406751_2595aedbd3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-743659936194905111</id><published>2009-07-06T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:54:14.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part Texan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>san antonio summer: day three</title><content type='html'>Oh boy!!! So this day started off a cranky one for True. The day before, True hurt her arm while swinging (note to self and everyone who does it: don't swing kids by the arms, it can be dangerous), but we didn't notice it until Sunday evening when she was only hugging with one arm. Ben remembered throughout the day that she would say ouchy when he put her in her car seat, but thought nothing of it. It turns out she couldn't move her left arm at all without crying in pain. We couldn't even touch it. So we went to bed and she slept fine and we thought that it would all be better in the morning... nope. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday morning, we try to check her arm and she still isn't moving it. She was coloring with one hand, eating with one hand, and if she needed to use another hand, she would use her mouth to help. She was being quite resourceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we got concerned cause we thought it would be better by now. Anytime that I tried to look at it or put it in a sling, she threw a fit and would cry and cry. We debated if we should take her in as nothing was swollen, red, or looked out of place and thought it was just a strain, but seeing the amount of pain she was in we opted to take her. Since &lt;a href="https://www.kaiserpermanente.org/"&gt;Kaiser&lt;/a&gt; isn't in Texas, we decided to take her to a pay out of pocket clinic and just get reimbursed later from our insurance. I made sure to give Grandmama her favorite dress to put on her, so that she wouldn't throw much of a fit when we had to move her arm. Alas, we made our way to &lt;a href="http://www.texasmedclinic.com/main/index.php"&gt;Texas MedClinic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you, her arm was just completely limp at her side, she couldn't move it without crying and wouldn't let us touch it without crying, so we felt taking her to the doctor was the best thing to do. We get to Tex Med, sit down, and I am just filling out paper work. Ben is sitting in the middle of True and me. A little girl, maybe the age of 4, comes up behind True and wants to see True's little bag of goodies True brought with her. The little girl was quite friendly and True was just smiling at her. Ben looked at True and noticed she had turned her body to look at the girl and her left arm was back, resting on the arm rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben immediately elbowed me to look at her arm, we were both surprised she was able to move it back. We kept watching her as she interacted with the girl and her arm seem to do little movements. Ben got a brilliant idea and pretended there was a bug on her arm, so he kept moving it to try and get the bug off her, he even lifted it because he said the bug went to her arm pit. All the while, True was just focused on finding the bug and didn't cry at all at any of the movements. Dumbfounded at her arm's mobility, we decided to do the bug trick again, and once again no complaints or cries from True. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stepped in cause she started playing with the girl again and this time I was helping her. We were all coloring together and then I took her left hand and started stamping the paper with it. Still no complaints. Ben and I asked her, "Does your arm hurt?" She matter of factly said, "No." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and I kept exchanging looks of disbelief and we were completely at lost what to do. Should we go in or just leave? I got brave and started squeezing tightly up and down her arm and still no complaints. I kept saying, "Does this hurt?" and "How about this?" and she kept saying, "No." The little girl she was playing with then got called to the doctor and was walking away with True's stamp, and True put both arms out to reach for her stamp. True's number one concern was keeping all her toys together as the little girl kept taking them away, and she was using both arms to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and I decided to leave the office and not get seen because apparently, True didn't need it anymore. Then, the three of us praised the Lord together that True's arm was feeling better, in fact so much better that she had no problem raising both arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3697010098/" title="two hands!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/3697010098_651fa79491_b.jpg" alt="two hands!!!" height="677" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once we got in the car, we immediately called both grandmas to let them know their grand-daughter was better than good. When we called my mom, True spoke to her on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grammie: Hi True!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True: Hi Grammy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grammie: Is your arm feeling better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True: Yes, a girl at the doctor tried to take away my toys!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ben and I was laughing so hard cause that was all she needed to get her arm working again. The rest of the day we had a happy little girl who was using both arms, so the day went on as originally planned. Later in the afternoon, we went to help Grandmama go car shopping. Auntia Suzi is so good at playing with the girls and keeping them entertained so Ben and I can help Mama look for a car. Shopping for a car has become a whole family affair. It is fun because it allows all of us to spend time together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3697012048/" title="waiting while we help grandmama car shop by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2627/3697012048_b108c4fa9d_b.jpg" alt="waiting while we help grandmama car shop" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3697013082/" title="which one mama? by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3697013082/" title="which one mama? by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3516/3697013082_cb7d1b4bb5_b.jpg" alt="which one mama?" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The rain started to come in as we left the dealer. Texans are welcoming the rain as there has been a big drought. Still no car, but Lord willing soon, but just another fun day of being together in San Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another funny thing is at night, just before bed, True was running up and down the hallway waving both arms, saying, "Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! My arm feels better!!!" It was so cute and we all started laughing as it came out of nowhere. Praise the Lord indeed, as He is always in control of all things. He is the best doctor ever...&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/8851545156310480730-743659936194905111?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/743659936194905111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=743659936194905111' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/743659936194905111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/743659936194905111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/san-antonio-summer-day-three.html' title='san antonio summer: day three'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/3697010098_651fa79491_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6863083404935836341</id><published>2009-07-05T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:45:59.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circle of friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part Texan'/><title type='text'>san antonio summer: day two</title><content type='html'>The morning started off visiting the &lt;a href="http://www.doorcfcsanantonio.com/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; family of one of Ben's good friend from high school. It was so nice to catch up with Cyndi and meet the rest of her family and we were definitely blessed by their growing love for the Lord. After gathering with Cyndi's church family, we all went together to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.jasonsdeli.com/"&gt;Jason's Deli&lt;/a&gt;. I absolutely loved the water there. It tasted so good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696184495/" title="i liked jason's deli by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/3696184495_e5a2f60ab3_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="i liked jason's deli" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our Bravey made a special little friend. His name is Cameron. Cameron was so so sweet. If my girls had a big brother, I would hope him to be as loving as Cameron...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696994698/" title="so so cute cameron by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2439/3696994698_26ee60b945_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="so so cute cameron" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696994698/" title="so so cute cameron by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696996654/" title="new friends by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3449/3696996654_ee5446486e_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="new friends" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696996654/" title="new friends by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696998848/" title="caring little boy by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3696998848_ed4a4b26a0_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="caring little boy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696998848/" title="caring little boy by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3697000948/" title="smitten by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3697000948/" title="smitten by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/3697000948_aa2fbbf852_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="smitten" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The McKays were such a blessing and it is good to see how God works in other people's lives. God is really so good. It is funny cause the little girls, Ava and Ella, did not want to take any pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696197325/" title="the McKay family by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3555/3696197325_7ce80028d7_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="the McKay family" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696197325/" title="the McKay family by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All of us together with Auntia Suzi in the middle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696194889/" title="good friends by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3430/3696194889_84f2243270_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="good friends" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696194889/" title="good friends by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And all the kids just being cool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3697008276/" title="the mckay and bratcher kids by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3697008276/" title="the mckay and bratcher kids by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3160/3697008276_70b6df3227_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="the mckay and bratcher kids" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you McKays for a wonderful afternoon. We pray that God continues to work through you guys for the spread of the gospel in San Antonio.&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/8851545156310480730-6863083404935836341?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6863083404935836341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6863083404935836341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6863083404935836341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6863083404935836341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/san-antonio-summer-day-two.html' title='san antonio summer: day two'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/3696184495_e5a2f60ab3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-5619020568088485149</id><published>2009-07-04T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:21:41.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part Texan'/><title type='text'>san antonio summer: day one</title><content type='html'>True's first official seat in an airplane was quite an event. She was so excited to have her own spot in the middle of Mommy and Papi. I must say we were excited too cause this allowed us more room. She understands more than her last plane ride and was happily taking it all in at take off. She exclaimed, "Mommy, the clouds look like snow!!!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696989128/" title="her official seat by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2163/3696989128_bc70904bdb_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="her official seat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3696182497/" title="in the plane by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3656/3696182497_cdac4b7ce7_b.jpg" width="450" height="677" alt="in the plane" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent July 4th watching fireworks that were coming from &lt;a href="http://www.sixflags.com/FiestaTexas/"&gt;Fiesta Texas&lt;/a&gt;, which is Texas' Magic Mountain, but boy did it take us awhile to get home after all the traffic of all the others watching. Plus, the show was a "Debbie downers" and it was only 10 minutes long. Praise God anyways because we got to enjoy July 4th together as a family in Texas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-5619020568088485149?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5619020568088485149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=5619020568088485149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5619020568088485149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/5619020568088485149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/san-antonio-summer-day-one.html' title='san antonio summer: day one'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2163/3696989128_bc70904bdb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-123093955094844291</id><published>2009-06-25T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:42:53.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><title type='text'>picnic at the park</title><content type='html'>This was just the beginning of our summer picnicking days. Though, soon enough, we will be able to have picnics in our own backyard. I am so excited! I will just open the back door and let the girls run loose. True already has plans about where her slide is gonna go and has her helmet so she can bike her tricycles in circles. Really, we are just so excited!!! And Ben, well, his vegetable garden is all mapped out and I will get one bed to grow flowers that I can cut and bring in. Like I said, excited and these little coming blessings are because of God. None of this backyard or enjoying our kids for His glory is possible without God. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, this was about a picnic, right? We went city park hunting and driving by and looking at all the parks in our area. Some are pretty cool and some are pretty boring. The coolest is by Owen's old house as that is a water park. We plan on bringing the girls there plenty to cool of this summer. After perusing a number of parks, we settled on one we thought was gonna be cool, but was alright. I was craving Panda Express, so that is what we got. Hey! You don't mess with a pregnant woman's cravings. Though, these days I don't crave much of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3634247740/" title="picnic at the park by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3324/3634247740_9534aba248_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="picnic at the park" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were these rock climbing sculptures that True loved and kept trying to climb. Who knew that I had a rock climber in my hands?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3634253718/" title="she wants to climb by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3609/3634253718_a8d0f75ba1.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="she wants to climb" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3634253718/" title="she wants to climb by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, she couldn't get anywhere without the help of her Papi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3633440097/" title="future rock climber by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3633440097_142d249b39.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="future rock climber" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3633440097/" title="future rock climber by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This girl kept going until she was at the very top. Fearless and brave. Well, she's not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brave&lt;/span&gt;, but brave. You know what I mean. She even tried scooching away from Ben!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3633442263/" title="she is so high by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3620/3633442263_7a0359f938_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="she is so high" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3633442263/" title="she is so high by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3634255810/" title="the climber by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2434/3634255810_c784b74070_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="the climber" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3634255810/" title="the climber by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brave didn't want to rock climb, didn't want to swing, but just had fun running around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3633446685/" title="brave is cute by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3381/3633446685_72c91d9f53_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="brave is cute" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3633446685/" title="brave is cute by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought the swings were so cool and apparently so did True...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3633449639/" title="round swings by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3633449639_06f5266842_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="round swings" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3633449639/" title="round swings by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3634265892/" title="swinging by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3634265892_6bac68a8a3_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="swinging" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3634265892/" title="swinging by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3634257666/" title="shadows by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3640/3634257666_5bdfbac5b3.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="shadows" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3634257666/" title="shadows by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3633445437/" title="get papi! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3633445437/" title="get papi! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3375/3633445437_85714fc330.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="get papi!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a full evening of playing, we headed home, but with much contesting as they wanted to keep playing. I can hardly wait to see the three of our kids playing, but that will still be awhile. True and Brave are so cute when they play (and sometimes fight). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love making memories with our little family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-123093955094844291?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/123093955094844291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=123093955094844291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/123093955094844291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/123093955094844291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/06/picnic-at-park.html' title='picnic at the park'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3324/3634247740_9534aba248_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-9009407890567686137</id><published>2009-06-16T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:54:39.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>they're hardcore</title><content type='html'>So my kids, they eat tofu sticks. You know just regular tofu cut into sticks.. and with Ketchup! Yeah, I know. They are hardcore eaters. They learn from their Papi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594403832/" title="tofu sticks  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3594403832_0b768fd0bc_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="tofu sticks " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594404862/" title="she loves tofu sticks by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/3594404862_85bb7c3290_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="she loves tofu sticks" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594404862/" title="she loves tofu sticks by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3593596531/" title="yum... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3310/3593596531_10de4f4925_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="yum..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3593596531/" title="yum... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594406748/" title="tofu inside... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594406748/" title="tofu inside... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3594406748_85b09ef30b.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="tofu inside..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What can I say?!! They love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-9009407890567686137?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/9009407890567686137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=9009407890567686137' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/9009407890567686137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/9009407890567686137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/06/theyre-hardcore.html' title='they&apos;re hardcore'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3594403832_0b768fd0bc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-2304616535221929343</id><published>2009-06-11T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:47:41.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Though'/><title type='text'>strawberry picking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A beautiful Saturday mid-morning time out in Carlsbad to pick some fresh strawberries. The last time we came here was two years ago and it was just True and I was pregnant with Brave. Now, we come again with both and pregnant with babycakies no-name. It was double the fun of last time and we can't wait to come when it is triple the fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We picked. We ate. We searched. We laughed. We had lots of fun. We love being together as a family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617501142/" title="reading the rules by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3617501142_1b0e89c75b_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="reading the rules" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617502376/" title="ready to pick by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3624/3617502376_41eac4a180_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="ready to pick" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617502376/" title="ready to pick by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617503476/" title="her new hat by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3398/3617503476_994ef2d816.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="her new hat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617503476/" title="her new hat by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617505658/" title="what papi? by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3365/3617505658_d769525bc6_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="what papi?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617505658/" title="what papi? by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616687321/" title="picking strawberries by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3616687321_5772b00132_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="picking strawberries" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616687321/" title="picking strawberries by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616689267/" title="and she's off! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3641/3616689267_0d6f38f339_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="and she's off!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616689267/" title="and she's off! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616691729/" title="handsome hubby by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3616691729_91d82a5b1d.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="handsome hubby" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616691729/" title="handsome hubby by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616693843/" title="indulging in strawberries by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3616693843_9bccc67dec_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="indulging in strawberries" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616693843/" title="indulging in strawberries by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617581276/" title="devours by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3617581276_afc4a84a1a_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="devours" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617581276/" title="devours by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617587154/" title="happy eater by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3406/3617587154_dec55854ee_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="happy eater" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617587154/" title="happy eater by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617514568/" title="walking true by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2481/3617514568_4dda45a2e7_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="walking true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3617514568/" title="walking true by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616697089/" title="finding our way out by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3616697089_0c870709e5_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="finding our way out" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616697089/" title="finding our way out by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616699015/" title="our buckets overfloweth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3648/3616699015_e1d293e844_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="our buckets overfloweth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616699015/" title="our buckets overfloweth by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616700265/" title="hidden treasure by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3414/3616700265_2f5c934e82_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="hidden treasure" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616700265/" title="hidden treasure by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616697979/" title="happy mama and babycakies by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3616697979/" title="happy mama and babycakies by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3344/3616697979_da0d248210.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="happy mama and babycakies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We came home with two buckets full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Lord for making strawberries and allowing us to enjoy it and each other. Only by God's grace.&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/8851545156310480730-2304616535221929343?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2304616535221929343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=2304616535221929343' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2304616535221929343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2304616535221929343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/06/strawberry-picking.html' title='strawberry picking'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3617501142_1b0e89c75b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-7084173227008464664</id><published>2009-06-05T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:23:50.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seesters'/><title type='text'>she's done</title><content type='html'>Now all she has got left is 4 years of college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596618125/" title="woot! woot! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3596618125_e375417c73_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="woot! woot!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596619195/" title="there she is!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3361/3596619195_932bb7e797_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="there she is!!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596619195/" title="there she is!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596620155/" title="hi rj! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3336/3596620155_3535b3b5c9_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="hi rj!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596620155/" title="hi rj! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3597428974/" title="doves at graduation by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3597428974_7a6483e449_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="doves at graduation" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3597428974/" title="doves at graduation by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596622363/" title="brave hanging out by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3602/3596622363_474a6ca0a6.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="brave hanging out" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596622363/" title="brave hanging out by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3597430310/" title="true ready to go down by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3318/3597430310_718b0801d8_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="true ready to go down" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3597430310/" title="true ready to go down by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596623945/" title="rj on stage by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3407/3596623945_bc6a347851_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="rj on stage" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596623945/" title="rj on stage by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596624851/" title="yipee!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3596624851_c698856975_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="yipee!!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596624851/" title="yipee!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596625633/" title="fireworks at the graduation by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/3596625633_71db31cece_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="fireworks at the graduation" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596625633/" title="fireworks at the graduation by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3597434760/" title="yeah for rj! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/3597434760_27712e41f9.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="yeah for rj!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3597434760/" title="yeah for rj! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596628115/" title="auntie rj is done (with high school) by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/3596628115_da7418e480_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="auntie rj is done (with high school)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3596628115/" title="auntie rj is done (with high school) by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3597436874/" title="rj loves brave by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2422/3597436874_8bc9052f7f_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="rj loves brave" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3597436874/" title="rj loves brave by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3597436164/" title="auntie rj and babes by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3597436164_60f45b2b40.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="auntie rj and babes" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3597436164/" title="auntie rj and babes by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walnut graduations are schnazzy... doves and fireworks. Wow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next high school graduation in our family will be True in 15 years... yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Congratulation RJ!!! We love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-7084173227008464664?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7084173227008464664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=7084173227008464664' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7084173227008464664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7084173227008464664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-done.html' title='she&apos;s done'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3596618125_e375417c73_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-9128684105704911948</id><published>2009-06-04T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:48:53.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>some funny things</title><content type='html'>Ben says I am a little behind in recording some of our memories, so I am backtracking a bit. My tummy is growing while my girls are growing. Good thing is their growing doesn't make them sick, mine does. I guess it is all part of the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594407786/" title="sleeping beauty by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3594407786_7d5bb13e89_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="sleeping beauty" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True is getting so big and funny. She's got a bit of sass and bossiness, which I am almost sure came from me or maybe the fact we both are the firstborn. Nevertheless, during the day she is quite the rebel, but at night that is when she is so sweet. She becomes quite the edible little girl. You just want to bite her arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some funny things she said/done lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave and True running around while I try to get them dress.&lt;br /&gt;me: (finally grab a hold of True)&lt;br /&gt;True: (try to wiggle as I put clothes on her)&lt;br /&gt;me: True you are driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;True: Mommy, I don't want to drive you insane.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (burst out laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I am pregnant and anything can make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;It was a gloomy day, so I wanted to watch Finding Neverland with True and Brave. At the end, when the mom is dying, I start to cry, not just tear, but river flowing from my eyes cry and sniffling. &lt;br /&gt;me: (crying my eyes out).&lt;br /&gt;me: I am gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;True: Mommy, don't cry!&lt;br /&gt;True: (begins to wail)&lt;br /&gt;me: Okay, I am not crying anymore.&lt;br /&gt;True: DON'T CRY!!! (wailing continues as she acts as if she lost her most favorite toy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, True and Brave always fight over the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;True: Mommy, my flower fell.&lt;br /&gt;me: I can't get it right now, you have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;True: Mommy, I want my flower.&lt;br /&gt;me: No. I can't reach it. The car has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;True: No. I want my flower.&lt;br /&gt;me: Don't tell Mommy no. You must be obedient.&lt;br /&gt;True: (turns to Brave). Brave can I have your flower?&lt;br /&gt;Brave: No.&lt;br /&gt;True: Mommy, Brave told me no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of mommyhood. I am sure having three will drive me more insane, but it will all be worthwhile! I love my babies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-9128684105704911948?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/9128684105704911948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=9128684105704911948' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/9128684105704911948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/9128684105704911948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-funny-things.html' title='some funny things'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3594407786_7d5bb13e89_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-4477873373982376432</id><published>2009-05-29T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:42:48.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a date with Papi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True went on a special date with her Papi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First stop: the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594414454/" title="date with papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3594414454_c23d701437_b.jpg" alt="date with papi" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594414454/" title="date with papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594399742/" title="first date at the dentist by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2444/3594399742_227c82a255_b.jpg" alt="first date at the dentist" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594399742/" title="first date at the dentist by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594401762/" title="first date at the dentist by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2421/3594401762_24da77f216_b.jpg" alt="first date at the dentist" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594401762/" title="first date at the dentist by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594400824/" title="first date at the dentist by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3314/3594400824_2730d801d6_b.jpg" alt="first date at the dentist" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594400824/" title="first date at the dentist by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594413420/" title="first date at the dentist by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3594413420_e1a15eecb9_b.jpg" alt="first date at the dentist" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594413420/" title="first date at the dentist by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594402780/" title="first date at the dentist by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3594402780/" title="first date at the dentist by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3594402780_095b6312ba_b.jpg" alt="first date at the dentist" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Verdict: I am told (cause I wasn't there) that she didn't want to open her mouth for the strangers. Once they left the room, she was her normal giddy self and opening it up for her Papi to see, but once the dentist strangers returned they pretty much had to pry her mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next stop: lunch at &lt;a href="http://subway.com/"&gt;Subway&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3593602215/" title="date with papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3634/3593602215_dd484db941_b.jpg" alt="date with papi" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3593603121/" title="happy with papi by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3655/3593603121_d326fce019_b.jpg" alt="happy with papi" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Verdict: She loved her sandwich and devoured every bit. She also enjoyed drinking out of the straw and a "big" cup. I think her smile in the picture above says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: searching for the Consumer Reports safe toddler helmet.&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papi and True continued their date throughout the afternoon on little errands. They had lots of fun together and True was a very tired little girl when she came home. I am sure there will be more father-daughter dates to come...&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/8851545156310480730-4477873373982376432?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4477873373982376432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=4477873373982376432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4477873373982376432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4477873373982376432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/05/date-with-papi.html' title='a date with Papi'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3594414454_c23d701437_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-2537644413429211090</id><published>2009-05-26T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:38:48.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babycakies'/><title type='text'>two years</title><content type='html'>This is from our trip to &lt;a href="http://www.descansogardens.org/site/"&gt;Descanso Gardens&lt;/a&gt; two years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:48;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3567979956/" title="the three of us with one in the oven by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3567979956_640d7d4c79_b.jpg" alt="the three of us with one in the oven" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ben, me, True and a baby on the way, which we all know as Brave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here we are, two years later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3567196469/" title="the four of us and another bun in the oven by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3567196469/" title="the four of us and another bun in the oven by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3567196469_3ae82d1ef9_b.jpg" alt="the four of us and another bun in the oven" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ben, me, True, Brave, and another baby on the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We don't know his/her name yet, but we do know that come Christmas time we will be a family of 5. We are so so excited. God is truly so good. Really! Ben and I so don't deserve this. We don't deserve any of God's goodness, but we are so thankful for His grace that He so lovingly bestows on us. We are in awe of Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These past 11.5 weeks have been so yucky, for me at least. I have never felt so nauseous ever, well, compared to the other two. Maybe, this means its a boy! Who knows?!! We are happy with either. I think a girl would be easier cause we have all girls stuff, but we do want a boy eventually. Plus, the thought of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; Bens... now, that is really a dream come true! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt; Bens... so dreamy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My house is a mess. I don't ever know what to eat. Sometimes it even likes to come out. I am tired all the darn time. Ben is working extra hard cause he comes home and takes care of everything, while I lie in bed or on the couch. I hate opening the fridge cause everything stinks. I hate changing diapers cause those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; stink. Seriously, these super powers drive me crazy. I am waiting for this heightened sense of smell to go away. Please... go away! And I look 6 months pregnant (okay, maybe 4 or 5), I guess being stretched twice before really leaves its mark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I am counting down. Next big thing is to find out if we are having another girl or a boy in about 8 or so weeks. Then, I can't wait until December 12th, my due date, but if I repeat like my other 2, this baby will come 2-3 weeks early, I hope. Hopefully not too early though, I want them to bake as long as possible to be healthy. I guess Ben's birthday present is an easy one this year, he is getting another baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week, we met babycakies. That baby was so wiggly that even the midwife was so surprised. She said that was good. My blood pressure is good, which I was worried about since I crave salty things, but have since tamed that a bit. True was a bit scared when she met baby as she clung to Papi and Brave well she kept wiggling to try and come to me. All is good and we are all in love and excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, if you notice my posts have been sporadic here, well it's cause the computer makes me nauseous too. I really hope this lets up. I can't live like this. My family can't live like this, neither can my house. Anyone up for some cleaning?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please pray for continuous health for me and baby. As I type, God is continually forming my little baby. I love my new little babycakies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To those who keep asking if it is official and telling me that it ain't official until I blog about it... yes, it is official! Babycakies is on its way! Ahh! We are so excited!!! Thank you Lord...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-2537644413429211090?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2537644413429211090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=2537644413429211090' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2537644413429211090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2537644413429211090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-years.html' title='two years'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3567979956_640d7d4c79_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-2619920483331626614</id><published>2009-05-18T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:28:00.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='both Babycakies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love benny'/><title type='text'>The Ultra-Appreciatives</title><content type='html'>My mama's day continued on Saturday, when I was treated to my very own song and dance show featuring... THE ULTRA-APPRECIATIVES!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stepped onto the set and was in awe at what I saw, I was very excited at what was coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3537220075/" title="the set by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2016/3537220075_1e0f2da453_b.jpg" alt="the set" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3537222347/" title="L V YO M M! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2366/3537222347_3ea748a0a1_b.jpg" alt="L V YO M M!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3537228251/" title="song and dance Ultra-Appreciative man! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3616/3537228251_5ae76546a6_b.jpg" alt="song and dance Ultra-Appreciative man!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3537229307/" title="thanks mama!  by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3537229307_aafec2f8f2_b.jpg" alt="thanks mama! " height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3537231527/" title="nice tights! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3537231527_35abb39503.jpg" alt="nice tights!" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3538045468/" title="I luv them too! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2312/3538045468_5dbf1ac951_b.jpg" alt="I luv them too!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3538048864/" title="flying through by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/3538048864_47cc8a5c3f.jpg" alt="flying through" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3538052342/" title="dang. he's HOTT! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3662/3538052342_f776c0f34d.jpg" alt="dang. he's HOTT!" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the song that was sung during the whole performance (sung to the tune of &lt;a href="http://www.davematthewsband.com/"&gt;DMB&lt;/a&gt;'s "&lt;a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858493544/"&gt;Save Me&lt;/a&gt;"):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultra-Appreciatives, how grateful we,&lt;br /&gt;For what U do, and what U be...&lt;br /&gt;Never heard of us, heroes kinda new,&lt;br /&gt;Our super-power is our thanks for U...&lt;br /&gt;With these here U's, we call 'em Uuumerangs,&lt;br /&gt;So vital to-us, the name's just slang...&lt;br /&gt;Symbolizes-how U save us, Papi, Brave, and True,&lt;br /&gt;And-what, would-we-do, with-out "U"?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U're there for us in, every way,&lt;br /&gt;Brave drops her blankie, U save the day&lt;br /&gt;U save us, Papi, Brave, and True,&lt;br /&gt;What's an Ultra-Appreciative, without their "U"?...&lt;br /&gt;U save us, save us,&lt;br /&gt;A big thank-U, from us three&lt;br /&gt;U save us, save us,&lt;br /&gt;A big thank-U-from-us-three&lt;br /&gt;We're so lost-when-U-are-gone&lt;br /&gt;It's a conclusion forgone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring for True from womb to now,&lt;br /&gt;Potty training her, I'd have a cow...&lt;br /&gt;False alarms and all, you're still content,&lt;br /&gt;Even wiping up, all those accidents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U save us, Papi, Brave, True,&lt;br /&gt;And-what, would-we-do, without "U"?...&lt;br /&gt;U save us, save us,&lt;br /&gt;A big thank-U, from us three&lt;br /&gt;U save us, save us,&lt;br /&gt;A big thank-U-from-us-three&lt;br /&gt;We're so lost-when-U-are-gone&lt;br /&gt;It's a conclusion forgone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need U to free our clothes and house of dirt,&lt;br /&gt;You wake up so early just to iron my shirts...&lt;br /&gt;When I think of your love, I wonder wh-y-y-y-y-y&lt;br /&gt;But Papi thanks my "double-U" for saving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultra-Appreciatives, how grateful we,&lt;br /&gt;For what U do, and what U be...&lt;br /&gt;Never heard of us, heroes kinda new,&lt;br /&gt;Our super-power is our thanks for U...&lt;br /&gt;Equipped. With these here U's, we call 'em Uuumerangs,&lt;br /&gt;So vital to-us, the name's just slang...&lt;br /&gt;Symbolizes-how U save us, Papi, Brave, and True,&lt;br /&gt;And-what, would-we-do, with-out "U"?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3537244731/" title="two are better than one! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2002/3537244731_3983b642a9_b.jpg" alt="two are better than one!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3537247823/" title="no, it's the Ultra-Appreciatives!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/3537247823_cb20cb776e_b.jpg" alt="no, it's the Ultra-Appreciatives!!!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3537249419/" title="it's a bird! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2284/3537249419_28f981c596_b.jpg" alt="it's a bird!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I loved the cleverly written song and play put together by the ring leader of The Ultra-Appreciatives. I was dying at how funny and cute they all looked when they first came out. It was quite the sight! Seriously, all of them in tights, especially Ben was so funny! Funny is an understatement, but it was so so hilarious! I LOVE MY ULTRA-APPRECIATIVES.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See more picture &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/sets/72157618301724706/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. There were too many and they were all so adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-2619920483331626614?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2619920483331626614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=2619920483331626614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2619920483331626614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2619920483331626614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/05/ultra-appreciatives.html' title='The Ultra-Appreciatives'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2016/3537220075_1e0f2da453_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6169637305920219343</id><published>2009-05-12T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:17:00.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brave'/><title type='text'>that's right</title><content type='html'>My baby's a rocker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3524322580/" title="the rocker by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3524322580_863b92c132.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="the rocker" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3524323238/" title="the rocker by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3524323238_c7696c7993.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="the rocker" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3524323238/" title="the rocker by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3524324256/" title="the rocker by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3641/3524324256_33af63958a.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="the rocker" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3523516709/" title="the rocker by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3317/3523516709_643088b5fd.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="the rocker" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3523516709/" title="the rocker by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rock on Brave! Rock on!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-6169637305920219343?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6169637305920219343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6169637305920219343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6169637305920219343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6169637305920219343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-right.html' title='that&apos;s right'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3524322580_863b92c132_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-9114294259119718009</id><published>2009-05-11T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:31:49.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><title type='text'>my mama's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a wonderful weekend. My Mama's Day started Saturday, when my parents took just me out all day long. I munched and ate pretty much whatever I wanted and they took me to do some shopping. I love shopping! Then, I came home to a little surprise from my loves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3523111778/" title="from the ultra-appreciatives by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3523111778_97b2e6a7af_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="from the ultra-appreciatives" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a little treat from &lt;a href="http://anthropologie.com"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday morning, they gave me my breakfast in bed. I didn't request pancakes like I normally do, this time I just wanted coco pebbles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3521448988/" title="good morning mom! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3638/3521448988_12bec03e33_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="good morning mom!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3521448988/" title="good morning mom! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With a little fruit made pig...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3520638113/" title="my little piggie from ben by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3520638113_4abefa3ae6_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="my little piggie from ben" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3520638113/" title="my little piggie from ben by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the afternoon, after a full day with &lt;a href="http://crossviewchurchla.org"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; family, I got whatever I wanted. I wanted a popsicle, we stopped and got it. Then, I wanted shaved ice and we stopped and got that too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3520642003/" title="shaved ice by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3520642003_c7ae2df673_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="shaved ice" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3520642003/" title="shaved ice by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I can say is yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the evening, we went to my mom's to celebrate our day and we indulged in shrimp and crab, &lt;a href="http://www.theboilingcrab.com/"&gt;Boiling Crab&lt;/a&gt; style...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3521455724/" title="messy seafood at my moms by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3341/3521455724_cc0f461033_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="messy seafood at my moms" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3521455724/" title="messy seafood at my moms by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3521454750/" title="i love shrimp by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3521454750/" title="i love shrimp by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3601/3521454750_0f31f4dd94_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="i love shrimp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was such a mess, but my tummy was so happy. I was content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The cutest thing is that when True would say, "Happy Mother's Day" she would say it like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"1, 2, 3... Happy Mother's Day!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess she thinks her practicing with Papi and the counting was all part of the celebration. It was a happy day indeed. Plus, my day gets to continue on Friday when Benny says I get another surprise. Yeah!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love them so much and I love being a mother, even with all the trials that motherhood brings. God is so good and continuously shows me that in order to be a godly mother I need only to look towards to the cross. I am not a perfect mother and I am learning so much everyday, but I praise God for all those mothers who give me a godly example (including my own mom) and spur me on to love God more through serving my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love being a mama!&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/8851545156310480730-9114294259119718009?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/9114294259119718009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=9114294259119718009' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/9114294259119718009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/9114294259119718009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mamas-day.html' title='my mama&apos;s day'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3523111778_97b2e6a7af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-2485439864969197384</id><published>2009-05-08T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:47:54.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mi familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><title type='text'>out with grandmama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to visit Grandmama's sister, Tia Vita's grave and bring her some flowers. Then, we had a picnic next to her and flew some kites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3512453885/" title="flowers for tia vita by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3403/3512453885_48a0f4c2e8_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="flowers for tia vita" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3512481503/" title="flying with grandmama by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3555/3512481503_7ce3809ab4_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="flying with grandmama" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3512451017/" title="flying the kite (real low) by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3409/3512451017_060be4219e_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="flying the kite (real low)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3512451017/" title="flying the kite (real low) by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3513250840/" title="two sisters by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3636/3513250840_778c85b062_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="two sisters" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3513250840/" title="two sisters by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3513251994/" title="come on brave! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3513251994_e023ee4859.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="come on brave!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3513251994/" title="come on brave! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, we came home and they continued playing outside and blowing bubbles. The girls love bubbles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3512454979/" title="blowing bubbles by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3308/3512454979_5aeaf567ca_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="blowing bubbles" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3512454979/" title="blowing bubbles by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3513264294/" title="bubble marching by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3405/3513264294_a297ff3eb0_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="bubble marching" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3513264294/" title="bubble marching by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the evening, we went out to celebrate an early (grand) Mama's day. Sushi is always a good way to celebrate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3513254164/" title="sushi with grandmama by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3652/3513254164_6a371c90cf_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="sushi with grandmama" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3513254164/" title="sushi with grandmama by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3512448139/" title="mother and son by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3512448139_eebd0ef0e5_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="mother and son" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3512448139/" title="mother and son by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mother and son together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before we bid Grandmama farewell and took her to the airport, they had a bit of fun with pictures and roli polies. The girls made sure to never take their eyes off the tiny bugs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3513257342/" title="roli poli by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3513257342/" title="roli poli by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3276/3513257342_1613aa1463.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="roli poli" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you Grandmama for the fun while you were here and all your help! We miss you lots!!! We love you very much!!! Hopefully, we will see you soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-2485439864969197384?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2485439864969197384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=2485439864969197384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2485439864969197384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/2485439864969197384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-with-grandmama.html' title='out with grandmama'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3403/3512453885_48a0f4c2e8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6655064785058371630</id><published>2009-05-06T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:44:05.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mi familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><title type='text'>park day with grandmama</title><content type='html'>True was all over the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3505810847/" title="adventurous girl by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3505810847_9804312ced_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="adventurous girl" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brave seem to be hanging in space...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3506620476/" title="hanging girl by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3383/3506620476_7509c91c46.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="hanging girl" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3506620476/" title="hanging girl by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love from their Grandmama can't be replaced...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3506622384/" title="grandmama push! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3506622384/" title="grandmama push! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3506622384_7de03181a1_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="grandmama push!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-6655064785058371630?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6655064785058371630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6655064785058371630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6655064785058371630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6655064785058371630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/05/park-day-with-grandmama.html' title='park day with grandmama'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3505810847_9804312ced_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-4323465415760177824</id><published>2009-05-04T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:03:22.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mi familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>all in one weekend</title><content type='html'>Grandmama came in from San Antonio Friday morning and the girls were elated to finally be with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499902218/" title="grandmama's here by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3621/3499902218_733260a366.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="grandmama's here" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499903048/" title="grandmama's here by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3624/3499903048_71baf98549.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="grandmama's here" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499903048/" title="grandmama's here by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The reason for grandmama's arrival was to celebrate True's birthday. This time is was a little more people from our last celebration, which was just the four of us, though it was just a small family party. I think I will reserve big parties just for 1st birthdays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499903852/" title="food... yum by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3613/3499903852_904411dd0f.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="food... yum" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499903852/" title="food... yum by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499904644/" title="our baby girl by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3575/3499904644_8dec1b321d_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="our baby girl" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499904644/" title="our baby girl by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was plenty of eating, present opening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499909188/" title="they love presents by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3365/3499909188_6ca9b553c2_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="they love presents" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499909188/" title="they love presents by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499908132/" title="open-open-open by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/3499908132_1334703c23.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="open-open-open" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499908132/" title="open-open-open by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499910666/" title="by andrew ho by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3499910666_11805d8faa_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="by andrew ho" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499910666/" title="by andrew ho by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Birthday singing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499097837/" title="shy birthday girl by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3499097837_2353f0d3d9.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="shy birthday girl" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499097837/" title="shy birthday girl by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can you see who really wanted the cake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499096669/" title="happy birthday by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3499096669_1894acdcbf.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="happy birthday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499096669/" title="happy birthday by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She didn't want to blow out her candles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499099031/" title="she needed some help by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3365/3499099031_c0f8998584.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="she needed some help" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499099031/" title="she needed some help by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Papi helped her from behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday consisted of a full day with &lt;a href="http://crossviewchurchla.org/"&gt;church family&lt;/a&gt;, then off to Aunt Loop's to do some water play with her and grandmama (and Uncle Alex too)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499100545/" title="aunt loop watching by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3499100545_03866e6738_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="aunt loop watching" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499100545/" title="aunt loop watching by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499921414/" title="grandmama water play by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3549/3499921414_7ce73710a4_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="grandmama water play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499921414/" title="grandmama water play by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499918930/" title="pool play by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3499918930/" title="pool play by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3660/3499918930_5ee3c37b27_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="pool play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am totally beat after this busy weekend. I think the girls are too and I am sure they will sleep until 9 this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Praise God for my Truey, she is growing so fast and oh boy does she got a personality! She is a bit territorial with all her new goods. We also thank God for all those who love her and showered her with love! We really are so blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-4323465415760177824?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4323465415760177824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=4323465415760177824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4323465415760177824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/4323465415760177824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-in-one-weekend.html' title='all in one weekend'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3621/3499902218_733260a366_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-1884715815663924603</id><published>2009-05-01T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:01:06.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='both Babycakies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>they keep me busy</title><content type='html'>We have all been sick this week. I was stuck in bed for almost two days. We haven't left the house at all. Even still, with these girls there is never a dull moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3490796626/" title="pondering gal by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3490796626_36451a7075_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="pondering gal" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3490796946/" title="happy gal by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3490796946/" title="happy gal by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3297/3490796946_c21159f1d0_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="happy gal" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes frustrating ones, but never dull. I love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-1884715815663924603?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1884715815663924603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=1884715815663924603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/1884715815663924603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/1884715815663924603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-keep-me-busy.html' title='they keep me busy'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3490796626_36451a7075_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-6975568762727534671</id><published>2009-04-27T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:08:34.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>a simple celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to do anything big, though we will have a small family one this Saturday. Plus, I thought she would enjoy something more intimate. Therefore, Goldilocks, also known as Truelilocks, turned three and celebrated with her friends, the three bears, also known as Papi, Mommy, and Brave. The three bears surprised her with a forest-garden-like picnic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3482020180/" title="goldilocks by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3343/3482020180_509ed42b8e.jpg" alt="goldilocks" height="500" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479135108/" title="goldilocks table with the bears by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3587/3479135108_b0a732efe5_b.jpg" alt="goldilocks table with the bears" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479131972/" title="goldilocks table by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3479131972_7da526324f_b.jpg" alt="goldilocks table" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479131972/" title="goldilocks table by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were Goldilocks-sized cupcakes, made from a dairy &amp;amp; egg free &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/divvies-chocolate-cupcakes?autonomy_kw=divvies%20chocolate%20cupcakies&amp;amp;rsc=header_3"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; and bear bodies to build your own bear for each little girl (just True &amp;amp; Brave). They stuffed them, sewed little faces, and made them a heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479124894/" title="own build a bear by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3479124894_cb88631435_b.jpg" alt="own build a bear" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479124894/" title="own build a bear by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3481211857/" title="building her bear by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3481211857_5672c5e252_b.jpg" alt="building her bear" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3482025218/" title="building her bear by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3581/3482025218_0fddeaf883_b.jpg" alt="building her bear" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479126972/" title="birthday working and crafting by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3369/3479126972_3f896c23c6_b.jpg" alt="birthday working and crafting" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bear hats were also made...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479132702/" title="bear hats by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3615/3479132702_c6f0feab91_b.jpg" alt="bear hats" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479132702/" title="bear hats by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3481210069/" title="bear hats by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3355/3481210069_7c72cc074d_b.jpg" alt="bear hats" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3481210069/" title="bear hats by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3481210069/" title="bear hats by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3478316855/" title="birthday working and crafting by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3337/3478316855_b544246d87_b.jpg" alt="birthday working and crafting" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3478316855/" title="birthday working and crafting by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, there had to be story telling with some quickly made finger puppets that Papi requested...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479128584/" title="the storyteller by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3400/3479128584_cef9e8ce66.jpg" alt="the storyteller" height="500" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, we all chowed down on some porridge of sorts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3481214447/" title="baby size porridge by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3570/3481214447_0b08603202_b.jpg" alt="baby size porridge" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3481214447/" title="baby size porridge by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3481214447/" title="baby size porridge by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479130064/" title="chowin' down by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3614/3479130064_8f4cfebbcf_b.jpg" alt="chowin' down" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479130064/" title="chowin' down by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think the &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/divvies-chocolate-cupcakes?autonomy_kw=divvies%20chocolate%20cupcakies&amp;amp;rsc=header_3"&gt;cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; turned out great, considering they lacked eggs and milk. Truelilocks was so excited to try her first real dessert, especially cupcakes. She took one bite and then spit it out. I guess Truelilocks ain't a fan of sweets. I tried... she really is her father's daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3482027740/" title="happy birthday true!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3482027740/" title="happy birthday true!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3482027740_6abefcb07c.jpg" alt="happy birthday true!!!" height="500" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Proof we let her have cupcakes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3481217873/" title="one bite and she didn't like by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3481217873_9495da053e_b.jpg" alt="one bite and she didn't like" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really, she didn't like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brave, on the other hand, chowed down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3481613751/" title="she is like mama bear by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3346/3481613751_fbdd9d4703.jpg" alt="she is like mama bear" height="500" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually, from first laying eyes on them, that was all she wanted. Now, she really is her mother's daugther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, the brand new three old was given her gift...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3482031256/" title="three means she gets a tricyle by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3593/3482031256_35ce60fcd0_b.jpg" alt="three means she gets a tricyle" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;-cycle because she is now three!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Papi Bear and Truelilocks then rode off into the sunset, with Bravey Bear following quickly behind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3481218787/" title="wait for brave! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3623/3481218787_f0dc914667_b.jpg" alt="wait for brave!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's right... Truelilocks is now three!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3478360309/" title="i'm three! not six... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3562/3478360309_7bc0490405_b.jpg" alt="i'm three! not six..." height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3478360309/" title="i'm three! not six... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a simple celebration with just the four of us. Perfect for my Truelilocks. We wanted it to be all about her and what she liked to do. I think it was just that! It really was such a fun, lighthearted celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the midst of our little "party" True said, "I am so excited about my birthday!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are too my little love, we are too. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am so thankful to God for giving her to us. I can hardly believe she is no longer a baby, but our little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy birthday to our Truelilocks! The three bears love you very much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3478360309/" title="i'm three! not six... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-6975568762727534671?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6975568762727534671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=6975568762727534671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6975568762727534671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/6975568762727534671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-celebration.html' title='a simple celebration'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3343/3482020180_509ed42b8e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-7767423288918288630</id><published>2009-04-26T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:57:56.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafty crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True'/><title type='text'>tradition</title><content type='html'>True turned 3 and of course she gets breakfast in bed, with a little friend, the bear-mouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479101932/" title="beary birthday True by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3479101932_16eccd56de_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="beary birthday True" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479101950/" title="third breakfast in bed by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3479101950_084ec28d3b_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="third breakfast in bed" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479101950/" title="third breakfast in bed by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479101958/" title="finally. she has been waiting... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3341/3479101958_045d7b5fb8_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="finally. she has been waiting..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479101958/" title="finally. she has been waiting... by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479101964/" title="she is lovin' her birthday! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3479101964_9db238fbff_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="she is lovin' her birthday!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479101964/" title="she is lovin' her birthday! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479101970/" title="traditional breakfast in bed by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3550/3479101970_36755611ee_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="traditional breakfast in bed" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479101970/" title="traditional breakfast in bed by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479101976/" title="tradition: breakfast in bed by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3361/3479101976_7de50eb6b8.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="tradition: breakfast in bed" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3479101976/" title="tradition: breakfast in bed by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3478321915/" title="brave attacks birthday breakfast by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3478321915/" title="brave attacks birthday breakfast by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3589/3478321915_83216a4cfa_b.jpg" width="450" height="308" alt="brave attacks birthday breakfast" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True was lovin' all of it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since April 1st, when she heard &lt;a href="http://marthastewart.com"&gt;Martha&lt;/a&gt; ask, "Who has a birthday in April?" True has been talking and waiting for her birthday. All the time, very loud, she would sing the birthday song, but we tell her she has to wait until it comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, today, it finally came and she was simply ecstatic! She must get it from me because I absolutely, positively love LOVE birthdays and I make such a big deal out of it. From morning until night she was gleaming over her birthday and we had fun celebrating it, despite the fact Brave and I are sick that we even missed church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More of her birthday to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8851545156310480730-7767423288918288630?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7767423288918288630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=7767423288918288630' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7767423288918288630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/7767423288918288630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/04/tradition.html' title='tradition'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3479101932_16eccd56de_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-8961871512287418170</id><published>2009-04-23T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:33:04.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brave'/><title type='text'>long overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our little Bravery is now 20lbs. and, well, almost 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3464995524/" title="front facing bravey!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3464995524_44d364fc9b.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="front facing bravey!!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3464995524/" title="front facing bravey!!! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hooray! She is front facing! It is nice to see her little face when we turn around...&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/8851545156310480730-8961871512287418170?l=memoryhunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8961871512287418170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8851545156310480730&amp;postID=8961871512287418170' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8961871512287418170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8851545156310480730/posts/default/8961871512287418170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryhunting.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-overdue.html' title='long overdue'/><author><name>Rubyellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13657285619325203019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1433419375_f306e85aae_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3464995524_44d364fc9b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851545156310480730.post-4643934274326004992</id><published>2009-04-20T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:53:25.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mi familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='both Babycakies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures out'/><title type='text'>a walk through the garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday afternoon was spent at &lt;a href="http://descansogardens.org/"&gt;Descanso Gardens&lt;/a&gt;. We are getting ready to finally fix our backyard, so we wanted to get some ideas, thus made the trek over. It is such a beautiful place with so many things to see and do. The girls were enamored with everything. The day consisted of train riding, stick collecting, dirt touching, bird watching, fish staring, beetle hunting, hill climbing, plant observing, mommy and papi kissing, and tons and tons of walking. They both refused to sit in the stroller (most of the time). It was a glorious day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3458500242/" title="choo-choo! by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3525/3458500242_b53b9013fe_b.jpg" alt="choo-choo!" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3458499144/" title="choo-choo! (true-true!) by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3458499144_fb158b4c3f_b.jpg" alt="choo-choo! (true-true!)" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3458499144/" title="choo-choo! (true-true!) by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3458494746/" title="tale of two sisters by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3629/3458494746_a5446f5532_b.jpg" alt="tale of two sisters" height="308" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3458494746/" title="tale of two sisters by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3458502688/" title="under an interesting tree by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3599/3458502688_8c36b4f69b.jpg" alt="under an interesting tree" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3458502688/" title="under an interesting tree by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94552249@N00/3457675857/" title="peeping out by rubyellen, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3507/3457675857_54bbc721e4.jpg" alt="peeping out" height="
