<?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-7635642106951544429</id><updated>2011-10-31T22:05:08.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of our Lines</title><subtitle type='html'>True life stories from the cutest foursome around...these are the Days of our Lines</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-5902079909026586767</id><published>2011-10-31T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:05:08.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8f6-k-pXgo/Tq98xr6tF5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/Effr6udE_rE/s1600/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669887648927127442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8f6-k-pXgo/Tq98xr6tF5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/Effr6udE_rE/s200/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCsv5EUoh1w/Tq98xRMLaLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/AsqGA5wjmvE/s1600/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669887641752660146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCsv5EUoh1w/Tq98xRMLaLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/AsqGA5wjmvE/s200/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzrPYnuqSdM/Tq98xBPv0EI/AAAAAAAAAeM/q-BZPNqAX80/s1600/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669887637472661570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzrPYnuqSdM/Tq98xBPv0EI/AAAAAAAAAeM/q-BZPNqAX80/s200/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99yR1tFJIlc/Tq98WZeaoiI/AAAAAAAAAeA/XbTnB-S-Z4U/s1600/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669887180120171042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99yR1tFJIlc/Tq98WZeaoiI/AAAAAAAAAeA/XbTnB-S-Z4U/s200/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uo8LxMHADS4/Tq98WOMxmyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_2kKQHM6q4A/s1600/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669887177093389090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uo8LxMHADS4/Tq98WOMxmyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_2kKQHM6q4A/s200/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMgLf6s58b8/Tq98VxLCxxI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iM40zSEN5K4/s1600/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669887169301497618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMgLf6s58b8/Tq98VxLCxxI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iM40zSEN5K4/s200/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiCtRMV2RHI/Tq98Vo_88GI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EL7Np6BGw-c/s1600/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669887167107493986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiCtRMV2RHI/Tq98Vo_88GI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EL7Np6BGw-c/s200/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWQvwbPp2DE/Tq98Vvb8YVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hyASGH7ztGA/s1600/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669887168835510610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWQvwbPp2DE/Tq98Vvb8YVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hyASGH7ztGA/s200/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Figured since I have been a super slacker, I should update my blog. After a year. I know. We have been quite busy and I have been trying to take more pics, so here a few pics of our fall festivities. Enjoy :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS... Recognize the lion costume? It was Jacksons'. That makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-5902079909026586767?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/5902079909026586767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=5902079909026586767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/5902079909026586767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/5902079909026586767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2011/10/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8f6-k-pXgo/Tq98xr6tF5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/Effr6udE_rE/s72-c/Sara%2527s%2BCamera%2B568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-8846558228489413289</id><published>2011-04-24T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:19:42.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shabby apple dress giveaway!</title><content type='html'>love this dress ! go to www.maisonboheme.blogspot.com for a chance to win. posting on my hubbies phone so this looks like a child wrote it lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-8846558228489413289?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/8846558228489413289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=8846558228489413289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/8846558228489413289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/8846558228489413289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2011/04/shabby-apple-dress-giveaway.html' title='shabby apple dress giveaway!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-4677605322295217447</id><published>2009-11-30T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:55:33.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SxSvm5viUYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/QQ4IQ4QSr2E/s1600/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SxSvm5viUYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/QQ4IQ4QSr2E/s200/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410142135248900482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SxSvmmM--cI/AAAAAAAAAck/KI-U9dZIsH4/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SxSvmmM--cI/AAAAAAAAAck/KI-U9dZIsH4/s200/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410142130003704258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SxSvmJl2KWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/9uKSh9MBch0/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SxSvmJl2KWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/9uKSh9MBch0/s200/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410142122323356002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SxSvHmUxscI/AAAAAAAAAcU/4AUtB445Ntg/s1600/Ed_Kathleen_Wedding_0494+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SxSvHmUxscI/AAAAAAAAAcU/4AUtB445Ntg/s200/Ed_Kathleen_Wedding_0494+(1).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410141597460443586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all.  This post is a little late for Thanksgiving, but that is not what really started me thinking.  I am excited for the holidays but, as it is for many families, it is also a hard time because we will be celebrating without one of our family members again this year.  I was feeling particularly bad and lost and alone and I stumbled on a beautiful blog written by a young woman who was injured in an airplane crash and was burnt 80% of her body.  One post in particular struck me where she was expressing frustration at the new way her body looked.  She said how she had a moment where she felt the Lord's love for her.(&lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.com/"&gt;http://nieniedialogues.com/&lt;/a&gt;)  I can relate.  Suddenly, while I was filled with sadness and loneliness at all I have lost, I remembered times where the spirit spoke to me and I was filled with His love for me.  I feel like I don't remember those times enough where God has whispered peace to my soul and left me with feelings of love and calm. I am grateful that my life experiences have given me a sure knowledge that I am loved by a Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ who has endured all.  I am grateful for their perfect love.  I am grateful that families are eternal.  I am grateful for a gospel that gave me the courage to get up in my darkest days.  I am grateful for a supportive family who has been with me and laughed and cried with me.  They have comforted me and loved me.  In that same vein, I am grateful for true friends. Friends who even though they didn't have the "right words" loved me and grieved with me.  I am grateful for a husband who is my all. He has been there with me when I wake up crying in the night, and held me.  Justin Lines, you are an amazing man. I am grateful for Jackson who, was my light in dark times.  He saved me from the darkest part of my life and I am grateful for his little spirit and how he makes me laugh.  I am grateful for my Madi baby, who has helped heal my heart.  She cannot replace Emma, but she makes me hope again for tea parties, ballet, Anne of Green Gables, boyfriends,  shopping for prom and a wedding dress one day and seeing her become a mommy.  I am grateful I get to be a mommy of a daughter again. I am grateful for my Emma.  She was an example of how we should be and I will live my life trying to live up to her example and live with the hope I can prove myself worthy of being her Mommy again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As Christmas approaches, I will try to let my heart be filled with thanks and gratitude for the blessings of my life, and not get caught up in what I don't have. I will look around and notice others' struggles and trials.  I will try to be a better friend. I will enjoy the magic of Christmas and be grateful for my two beautiful healthy babies.  I want to soak in His love and peace and remember that even though life is fragile, it is so, so precious.  But, most of all, I want to have some times to be still.  I want to remember the times when He has spoken peace to my soul and remember how much He loves us all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I am grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-4677605322295217447?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/4677605322295217447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=4677605322295217447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/4677605322295217447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/4677605322295217447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SxSvm5viUYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/QQ4IQ4QSr2E/s72-c/IMG_0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-4798321247511831252</id><published>2009-09-11T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:18:39.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw this on another's blog and really liked it.  Thinking about Emma a lot recently and missing her.  I'd like to think that this is something she would say or think about me. This really touched me and thought that I would post it, mostly so that I would have it in a spot to find later.  I know that everyone is facing hard stuff right now, whether it is jobs, or school, money, kids, marriage or just normal everyday stuff.  Hang on, I know that we have lots of people (many unseen) cheering us on.  Love you Emma baby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you.” Christopher Robin to Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-4798321247511831252?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/4798321247511831252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=4798321247511831252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/4798321247511831252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/4798321247511831252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/09/saw-this-on-anothers-blog-and-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-2423219957320417235</id><published>2009-08-15T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:36:19.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/Soc3rxbd5SI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ddODiC-wViE/s1600-h/IMG_2661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/Soc3rxbd5SI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ddODiC-wViE/s320/IMG_2661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370322305805051170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/Soc3rdDYSDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/M3ofPbWekvc/s1600-h/IMG_2659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/Soc3rdDYSDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/M3ofPbWekvc/s320/IMG_2659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370322300335310898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago yesterday I married my best friend.  We had only known each other 4 months, but within two weeks, I knew that he was different and that things were different between us.  Justin, I want you to know that I love you more today than yesterday, but not as much as to-morrow... (sorry had a little sing-a-long going on in my head) but it is true.  We have been so much in five years, more than some couples who have been married for much longer.  Four pregnancies, three births, one transition from human to angel,  five moves including one cross country, three jobs for me, 10 for you ;) one college graduation and starting grad school.  An old car, one brand new car, a new puppy, passing of a kitty, 20 lbs gained and lost, too many nights of no sleep to keep count, too many tears (good and bad) to count, along with laughing so hard with you that I can't breathe.  And through it all I love you. I am glad that five years ago we decided to make it official, and for eternity to boot.  You are still my bestest friend, you get my jokes, still think I am cute (even though I still have like 15 of those 20 lbs to go), bring me a glass of water before bed, love arguing politics with me, even when I secretly agree with you, love spooning me in bed, take the kids and let me sleep in, and still give me kisses that make my tummy feel like jello.  Here's to five more good ones. Love ya babe!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. Emma's birthday is on the 18th which is Tuesday.  I was thinking alot about what to do and I was wondering if those that read my blog could, in honor of her birthday, do a random act of kindness for someone else.  It doesn't have to be totally random, just an act of kindness.  Emma made my world a better place and so I think it would be nice if I could make things a little better in honor of her.  I would like to think she is watching us sometimes and I think she would really like that. Thanks all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-2423219957320417235?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/2423219957320417235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=2423219957320417235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/2423219957320417235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/2423219957320417235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-5th-anniversary.html' title='Happy 5th Anniversary!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/Soc3rxbd5SI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ddODiC-wViE/s72-c/IMG_2661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-852463072900715378</id><published>2009-06-25T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:45:17.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara and the Terrible, Horrible, No good, Very bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/frazzled_mom1227369071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 265px;" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/frazzled_mom1227369071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there blogging buddies.  Just having a rough day and could use some words of encouragement.  Nothing major going on, just the same struggles.  I am tired.  I try so hard to be positive, and fun and look for the silver linings, but right now it doesn't seem like the linings are all a yucky, poopy color. I have tried to endure the trials I have been given with minimal complaining and to "put my big girl panties on and deal with it" but I am kinda feeling like what is the point anymore? I have two beautiful kids, and a handsome loving husband, and the gospel and that should be enough. Most of the time it is. But not today. &lt;div&gt;I am tired of struggling.  Money, this job, my weight,  balancing my kiddos with this new job, losing Emma, getting used to a new place, sick kids (that is right, Jackson has pneumonia, again, and Madilyn has a sinus infection and eye infection) and lastly, ouchy bad knees.  Why? I look at everyone else's life and it looks really good right now. I have tried to be a good person, tried to do whats right, tried my hardest.  I really have, and despite my best efforts I am just treading water today.  Tomorrow will be better.  It always is.  But if anyone has any kind, encouraging words, or if you just want to tell me how great I am and how things will be ok, feel free.  I could use them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS.  Jackson is doing great with going pee in the potty,  but I am having a hard time getting him to go poop.  Any secret voodoo Mommy tricks?  I am not above bribery, but so far that hasn't worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-852463072900715378?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/852463072900715378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=852463072900715378' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/852463072900715378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/852463072900715378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/06/sara-and-terrible-horrible-no-good-very.html' title='Sara and the Terrible, Horrible, No good, Very bad day'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-4793769572468799372</id><published>2009-05-30T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:10:16.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days...Can it be done??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41uUBvuXeKL._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41uUBvuXeKL._SS400_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.candystore.com.au/product_pics/large/pic_1_28_1148532880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 261px;" src="http://www.candystore.com.au/product_pics/large/pic_1_28_1148532880.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bcdkids.com.au/images/Cars%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.bcdkids.com.au/images/Cars%204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have been a slacker.  Jackson started showing definite signs of potty training readiness around two.  I thought that when a child was truly ready, he would wake up and just tell me he had to go potty. (He is my first to go though potty training) I know, I know, foolish Sara.  I let him wear diapers alot longer than is necessary.  But my recent trip to Arizona has spurred me on.  My awesome friend DeAnna has potty trained her little girl at two, and one day, I asked Jacks if he wanted to "be a big boy and go potty" and he looked at me and declared "No. I diaper." When I tried to place him on the potty he freaked the geek out and started yelling "I want diaper, I baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more little man.  Armed with 2 dozen "Cars" underoos, a jar full of yummy peanut butter M&amp;amp;Ms and Skittles, a Royal Potty Seat and sticker chart, I am going to get him to use the potty if it kills me. Can it be done in three days? Can it be done at all???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will let my small following of blogspot buddies know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-4793769572468799372?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/4793769572468799372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=4793769572468799372' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/4793769572468799372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/4793769572468799372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-dayscan-it-be-done.html' title='Three Days...Can it be done??'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-1449738468580219577</id><published>2009-04-17T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:49:21.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss your face...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SelpbP0HAcI/AAAAAAAAAas/7_MEnVOva3c/s1600-h/Ed_Kathleen_Wedding_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SelpbP0HAcI/AAAAAAAAAas/7_MEnVOva3c/s320/Ed_Kathleen_Wedding_0431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325903951164801474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SelpaxMC4nI/AAAAAAAAAak/1Clj3zCmoQ8/s1600-h/Emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SelpaxMC4nI/AAAAAAAAAak/1Clj3zCmoQ8/s320/Emma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325903942943695474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/Selpa3GmfqI/AAAAAAAAAac/AS8ohHy6Pgs/s1600-h/Picture+013+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/Selpa3GmfqI/AAAAAAAAAac/AS8ohHy6Pgs/s320/Picture+013+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325903944531476130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SelpaoXCvII/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ws37iepT-Kw/s1600-h/IMG_1474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SelpaoXCvII/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ws37iepT-Kw/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325903940573904002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SelpaYV-GfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8rpJakwSesM/s1600-h/IMG_1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SelpaYV-GfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8rpJakwSesM/s320/IMG_1461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325903936274438642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss you, love you always and forever my little chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-1449738468580219577?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/1449738468580219577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=1449738468580219577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1449738468580219577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1449738468580219577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-your-face.html' title='Miss your face...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SelpbP0HAcI/AAAAAAAAAas/7_MEnVOva3c/s72-c/Ed_Kathleen_Wedding_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-9185687781602183151</id><published>2009-04-15T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:03:18.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack and Madi's Mommy is a Slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYTR-GzR3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/bo8V-PeQeqY/s1600-h/DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYTR-GzR3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/bo8V-PeQeqY/s320/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324964808862418802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYTRgBlsxI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/4vGMB1rDJT4/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYTRgBlsxI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/4vGMB1rDJT4/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324964800787493650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYTRZmMUtI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZlTV1QQ-6gU/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYTRZmMUtI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZlTV1QQ-6gU/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324964799061971666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYTRHv_N7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/W5z-1-swiAs/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYTRHv_N7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/W5z-1-swiAs/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324964794271217586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYTQ4a0GII/AAAAAAAAAZk/WF-kOoyg6YA/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYTQ4a0GII/AAAAAAAAAZk/WF-kOoyg6YA/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324964790155876482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYRxQ2PnmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BhZVIefewJo/s1600-h/IMG_2511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYRxQ2PnmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BhZVIefewJo/s320/IMG_2511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324963147445935714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYRxAY9LFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/k8BxWXJn0RY/s1600-h/IMG_2500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYRxAY9LFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/k8BxWXJn0RY/s320/IMG_2500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324963143028124754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYRwyWFlaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HDiyhr0Oh-E/s1600-h/IMG_2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYRwyWFlaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HDiyhr0Oh-E/s320/IMG_2509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324963139257996706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYRwkh0WJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/V2VilRGpQHA/s1600-h/IMG_2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYRwkh0WJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/V2VilRGpQHA/s320/IMG_2456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324963135549102226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYRwdCsAnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TSpdFGkK7ss/s1600-h/IMG_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYRwdCsAnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TSpdFGkK7ss/s320/IMG_2464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324963133539484274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone.  I am going to cut to the chase and just post pictures, because that is all that people really care about anyway.&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone is having a nice spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Send Jus and I some happy, nice thoughts on Saturday if you don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-9185687781602183151?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/9185687781602183151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=9185687781602183151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/9185687781602183151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/9185687781602183151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/04/jack-and-madis-mommy-is-slacker.html' title='Jack and Madi&apos;s Mommy is a Slacker'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SeYTR-GzR3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/bo8V-PeQeqY/s72-c/DSC_0228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-1380534660842955054</id><published>2009-02-22T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:37:45.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson is two cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaInASynAuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/25S1ohDoHng/s1600-h/Jack+520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaInASynAuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/25S1ohDoHng/s320/Jack+520.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846196993458914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, just one picture. Tickles do NOT make her smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaInALpDAWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2R9S0GVTR3A/s1600-h/Jack+650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaInALpDAWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2R9S0GVTR3A/s320/Jack+650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846195074302306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This bowl aint big enough for the both of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIm_xJginI/AAAAAAAAAYg/I4k0e1hUxTg/s1600-h/Jack+539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIm_xJginI/AAAAAAAAAYg/I4k0e1hUxTg/s320/Jack+539.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846187962698354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson and his "Mimi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIm_zpPYpI/AAAAAAAAAYY/yEtgFnzsJWc/s1600-h/Jack+540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIm_zpPYpI/AAAAAAAAAYY/yEtgFnzsJWc/s320/Jack+540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846188632662674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Elmo cupcake cake... Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIl7LUP5BI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KwGDIf2mIpk/s1600-h/Jack+552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIl7LUP5BI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KwGDIf2mIpk/s320/Jack+552.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305845009576092690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIl6hnBG0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/nPga5fm-TB4/s1600-h/Jack+550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIl6hnBG0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/nPga5fm-TB4/s320/Jack+550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305844998380526402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy helping Jackson blow out his candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIl6Kj4oqI/AAAAAAAAAYA/K5FPx2yWrl4/s1600-h/Jack+532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIl6Kj4oqI/AAAAAAAAAYA/K5FPx2yWrl4/s320/Jack+532.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305844992193372834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making valentines for Mommys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIl5ng-bEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ikyryIMPaxY/s1600-h/Jack+518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIl5ng-bEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ikyryIMPaxY/s320/Jack+518.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305844982785928258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIl5G2TsKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-EIgkD7oiPE/s1600-h/Jack+515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaIl5G2TsKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-EIgkD7oiPE/s320/Jack+515.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305844974017032354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we officially have a two year old in our house now.  Jackson is an amazing little boy and it is awesome to see how he is changing.  He has the funniest sense of humor and is up for anything.  He love, loves his baby sister and wants to be a big helper.  Jackson is starting to talk so much more and is now repeating the last word that you say like a parrot.  I have had a little fun with that... He is currently obsessed with changing clothing and accessories.  Jacks routinely walks around the house wearing his church tie, hats or snow boots.  He is starting the potty training process this week and is doing amazing! He goes peepee really well and we are trying to get #2 on the potty also.  I wasn't even going to start potty training, but he was ready and has let me know.  He can easily remove his diaper and I was finding him on the big potty-I guess that children have their own time table don't they?  He even tried to use his little potty seat standing up like Daddy yesterday and got pee everywhere.  Parenting is an adventure.  The other funny thing is that we are trying to teach him to share.  Jacks had tons of kids over on his birthday and was sharing so well, but the week before I was talking to him about sharing alot.  I was eating my lunch and he walked over to me and said ""Mommy, caniafsum?" (Can I have some) I said "No, Jack-Jack, this is Mommy's food" and then he looked at me and said "Share peez".  Well, there you go, you cannot be hypocritical with kids so he got some of Mommy's lunch.  Now he uses the "share" line to get soda and other adult treats. I thank my Heavenly Father every day for blessing me with this amazing opportunity to parent such a sweet, choice little spirit.  &lt;div&gt;Will post some pictures of Madilyn later- she will be five months on Wednesday, can you believe it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. Does anyone have suggestions for dealing with mouthy 14 year olds? I got called to be the young women's second counselor and I am having issues with this one girl in particular who has attitude to spare.  I am praying for love but so far the blessing hasn't come yet...&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/7635642106951544429-1380534660842955054?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/1380534660842955054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=1380534660842955054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1380534660842955054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1380534660842955054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/02/jackson-is-two-cool.html' title='Jackson is two cool!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SaInASynAuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/25S1ohDoHng/s72-c/Jack+520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-3691172135604459840</id><published>2009-02-05T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:31:46.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Giveaway- Check it out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inevergrewup.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/crayonrocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://inevergrewup.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/crayonrocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;crayon rocks- How cool are these?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inevergrewup.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/valentine_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://inevergrewup.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/valentine_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;color in valentines&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I didn't win the double stroller, an injury I may never recover from, but there is a new giveaway for some cool art supplies for little ones.  Jacks is a burgeoning picasso (trust me- look at my couch and walls) so I am really hoping I win this one!  Keep your fingers crossed for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://inevergrewup.net/giveaway-26-eco-friendly-art-supplies-from-stubby-pencil-studio/#comment-8643"&gt;http://inevergrewup.net/giveaway-26-eco-friendly-art-supplies-from-stubby-pencil-studio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I guess you can enter too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-3691172135604459840?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/3691172135604459840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=3691172135604459840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/3691172135604459840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/3691172135604459840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-giveaway-check-it-out.html' title='New Giveaway- Check it out!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-7945198491449958525</id><published>2009-01-29T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:33:50.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm of the Century</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJ09Pco5aI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UWvsTvOthXw/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJ09Pco5aI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UWvsTvOthXw/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296924707208619426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJ08oNybaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jcGTpg01HHs/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJ08oNybaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jcGTpg01HHs/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296924696677346722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJ08KX778I/AAAAAAAAAXY/f-iJNDpwL7o/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJ08KX778I/AAAAAAAAAXY/f-iJNDpwL7o/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296924688666849218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJ07gNhiVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Uh5d1hFzVOA/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJ07gNhiVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Uh5d1hFzVOA/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296924677348886866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJ063q-pjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/y43AoY_qtDk/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJ063q-pjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/y43AoY_qtDk/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296924666466575922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we survived what Rachel dubbed "storm of the century".  We had a huge ice storm followed by snow which meant Daddy had 2 days off from school which means...playing in the snow! Today Jackson could hardly wait for daddy to get home so he could go outside and play.  He put his snow boots over his pjs, put his hat on and told sister and mommy "bye" cause he was going out.  He was so excited to see Daddy at 4 today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-7945198491449958525?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/7945198491449958525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=7945198491449958525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7945198491449958525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7945198491449958525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/01/storm-of-century.html' title='The Storm of the Century'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJ09Pco5aI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UWvsTvOthXw/s72-c/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-3807050969415398173</id><published>2009-01-29T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:27:00.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacks and my big girl Madi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJzRSPl-2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/JeROdRtHUYM/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJzRSPl-2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/JeROdRtHUYM/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922852533336930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJzRE_DrDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/FDkeJTAXPoU/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJzRE_DrDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/FDkeJTAXPoU/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922848974318642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJzQ82sR3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/sM6XIDYy5Jk/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJzQ82sR3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/sM6XIDYy5Jk/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922846791747442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJzQhwxwiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PGNVJ8CKaaE/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJzQhwxwiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PGNVJ8CKaaE/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922839519183394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJzQSVZe9I/AAAAAAAAAWg/vkMLBihuwdk/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJzQSVZe9I/AAAAAAAAAWg/vkMLBihuwdk/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922835377814482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kiddos are getting so big can hardly believe it.  Jackson loves picking up his baby sister and showing her toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-3807050969415398173?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/3807050969415398173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=3807050969415398173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/3807050969415398173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/3807050969415398173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/01/jacks-and-my-big-girl-madi.html' title='Jacks and my big girl Madi'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJzRSPl-2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/JeROdRtHUYM/s72-c/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-8705195856154749169</id><published>2009-01-29T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:22:01.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Day, Rock Band and Friends in Arizona!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJyNdutWXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JZjFC7fxDBo/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJyNdutWXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JZjFC7fxDBo/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296921687385528690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJyNLlFIUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FoHmpjguylU/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJyNLlFIUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FoHmpjguylU/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296921682513305922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJyM5oW5kI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YMcmGPVxMgw/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJyM5oW5kI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YMcmGPVxMgw/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296921677695215170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJyMo723LI/AAAAAAAAAWA/S9VZB3dXdzk/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJyMo723LI/AAAAAAAAAWA/S9VZB3dXdzk/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296921673213598898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJyMU89oBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iaRxqteY3TU/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJyMU89oBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iaRxqteY3TU/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296921667849527314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJxk5LmNzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9ABzNBXEyig/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJxk5LmNzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9ABzNBXEyig/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296920990379816754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJxkt1pwLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xltDK4wwHYQ/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJxkt1pwLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xltDK4wwHYQ/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296920987334983858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJxkYWlvUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ucT9MOFwnzo/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJxkYWlvUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ucT9MOFwnzo/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296920981567552834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJxkfY_jxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3giWmEITLKY/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJxkfY_jxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3giWmEITLKY/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296920983456681746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJxkIF0ybI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ag9WlxNqBLo/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJxkIF0ybI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ag9WlxNqBLo/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296920977202268594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-8705195856154749169?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/8705195856154749169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=8705195856154749169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/8705195856154749169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/8705195856154749169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/01/blessing-day-rock-band-and-friends-in.html' title='Blessing Day, Rock Band and Friends in Arizona!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJyNdutWXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JZjFC7fxDBo/s72-c/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-4650722710620953234</id><published>2009-01-29T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:15:27.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJwrt8OroI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Lg3cwUmZrlE/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJwrt8OroI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Lg3cwUmZrlE/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296920008110026370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJwreyRbeI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MCGH25CsNvA/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJwreyRbeI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MCGH25CsNvA/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296920004041731554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJwrPLCezI/AAAAAAAAAU4/l_ZkbIKagMw/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJwrPLCezI/AAAAAAAAAU4/l_ZkbIKagMw/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296919999850642226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJwqzKSnDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/m-dqt_r1Qjc/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJwqzKSnDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/m-dqt_r1Qjc/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296919992331312178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJwq_NyLrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/CFYdl9mmYso/s1600-h/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJwq_NyLrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/CFYdl9mmYso/s320/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296919995567189682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sooooo far behind but I will now post some pics of the kids at Christmas. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-4650722710620953234?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/4650722710620953234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=4650722710620953234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/4650722710620953234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/4650722710620953234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-pics.html' title='Christmas Pics'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SYJwrt8OroI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Lg3cwUmZrlE/s72-c/Christmas+Pics+and+Snow+Day+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-6182630550629994840</id><published>2009-01-17T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:14:40.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK...so check this out!</title><content type='html'>If I was a selfish girl I would keep this giveaway to myself hoping that I would be the one to win a double stroller.  All you have to do is leave a comment on this blog and you could win a NICE double stroller.  Looked it up, it retails for over 500 dollars! Wow!  Will post tonight when the wee ones are asleep or tomorrow...&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://inevergrewup.net/giveaway-25-bumbleride-indie-stroller/"&gt;http://inevergrewup.net/giveaway-25-bumbleride-indie-stroller/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/albee-baby_2036_184469846" alt="Bumbleride Indie Twin Stroller in Spice" /&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/7635642106951544429-6182630550629994840?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/6182630550629994840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=6182630550629994840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/6182630550629994840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/6182630550629994840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2009/01/okso-check-this-out.html' title='OK...so check this out!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-5228103334646067525</id><published>2008-12-25T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:27:17.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to my Daughter</title><content type='html'>Dear Emma,&lt;br /&gt;Hi sweetheart.  Well, this is my second Christmas without you and I find myself awake at two am on Christmas Day thinking of you.  I miss you.  It is so hard not thinking of all the things that I am missing out on with you.  I find myself shopping for your brother and sister and wondering what kinds of things I would be buying for Christmas for you.  I would have gotten you a doll house, I always wanted one when I was little and I was looking forward to getting one for you. I made Christmas cookies with Jack-Jack the other day and I know you would have loved that.  His favorite part were the sprinkles, but he was so messy about it.  You were always so particular about things it would have made you crazy.  You would have been a perfectionist about the sprinkles.   So many things have changed in our lives.  You would be so proud of your little brother.  He is such a good boy and so funny.  I can imagine you and him playing together.  You loved him so much and were so good with him.  I think he misses you, he loves looking at your pictures and he knows your name.  He points at your picture and says Emma.  You would love your little sister.  She is alot like you, but definitely her own little person.  She looks so much like you as a baby, it is nice to have a little reminder of you around the house.  You loved babies and were such a good helper so I know you would have been so excited to have a little sister.  She loves to talk and you would probably love to listen.  I saw a big sister and little sister shirts the other day and I immediately thought of you.  I wonder what you would have thought of the cold and snow and Illinois.  I know how proud you would be of Daddy.  He is doing so well in school and it is in large part due to you.  He wanted to take good care of you and give you all the things you deserve like dance lessons, soccer, new shoes  and that doll house.  I am sorry I never took you to go see Santa the last year.  There are so many things that I would do over. I am sorry I never got your pictures with Jackson.  I am sorry that I was not always the mother that you deserved.  All I can say is that I loved you more than anything.  I was and am so proud of you.  You are the light of my life and maybe that is why I miss you so much, especially at times like now.  I guess Christmas will never get any easier, but I guess that is ok.  It means that we will always miss you and our little family will never quite be complete without you.  I made sure to get your name on our family ornament- I probably will every year.  Merry Christmas, Baby.  I love you and miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-5228103334646067525?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/5228103334646067525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=5228103334646067525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/5228103334646067525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/5228103334646067525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/12/letter-to-my-daugter.html' title='A letter to my Daughter'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-7934474333158013217</id><published>2008-12-05T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:27:28.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STooGdEhcrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/CsntmJh-j3k/s1600-h/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276574004765881010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STooGdEhcrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/CsntmJh-j3k/s320/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this picture. She is asleep under here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STonjMn0lYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/uLPgQ8ULTKc/s1600-h/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276573399055111554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STonjMn0lYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/uLPgQ8ULTKc/s320/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is this?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SToni-nyt7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iUbnF4tF5Ic/s1600-h/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276573395296892850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SToni-nyt7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iUbnF4tF5Ic/s320/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SToniEVoZMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yquV9KOieGo/s1600-h/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276573379651462338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SToniEVoZMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yquV9KOieGo/s320/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to her toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STonh_Ny3HI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cBNjakIaSIY/s1600-h/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276573378276416626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STonh_Ny3HI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cBNjakIaSIY/s320/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madilyn Dee Lines 2 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STomWpiFh9I/AAAAAAAAATo/xg6uD8XyLcQ/s1600-h/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276572083965757394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STomWpiFh9I/AAAAAAAAATo/xg6uD8XyLcQ/s320/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STomWaL8dQI/AAAAAAAAATg/YU459BRw1aA/s1600-h/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276572079846356226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STomWaL8dQI/AAAAAAAAATg/YU459BRw1aA/s320/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving little sister a kiss. How cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STomWFwY3FI/AAAAAAAAATY/8XL9TR5acc8/s1600-h/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276572074362068050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STomWFwY3FI/AAAAAAAAATY/8XL9TR5acc8/s320/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped his head jumping on my bed. What do they say about monkeys and beds??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi guys! Got new pics of the two most gorgeous kiddos ever! Madilyn is such a doll and is starting to be really vocal. She is my biggest talker yet. It is really cute because you can have conversations with her. If you talk, she will talk back to you. Jackson is still...well, Jackson. Cute and rambunctious. It is sooo cold here, my Arizona blood is not used to it yet. We had actual snow last sunday. Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. I cannot believe how fast the time is flying. I set my Christmas tree up last night and it is &lt;em&gt;glorious&lt;/em&gt;! Justin and I got to go out tonight to a law school friends' christmas party. I got to get dressed and put on makeup and everything!! I love my babies but it is nice to get out once in a while and talk to grown ups. That is the main reason I am missing working at the ER. That, and cool stories and gun shot wounds. I know, weird but I really loved my job. Maybe over the summer I will work part time when Madi is a little older and Justin is not in school full time. Well missing all of my Arizona friends and family- Justin and I are so excited to see all of you at Christmas time. Email or call me and leave me comments! Love hearing from all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. Discovered that you can save pictures from others' blog and save them on your desktop. Kind of scary so on that note I removed my naked Jackson pictures. I only realized this because I am making calendars for grandparents and was stealing pictures of my nieces and nephews. Nothing creepy, promise! Stay tuned for pictures with Santa...&lt;/div&gt;PPS. I am happy to report that Justin has finally grown his manly goatee back...Grrr! I love my husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-7934474333158013217?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/7934474333158013217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=7934474333158013217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7934474333158013217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7934474333158013217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-there.html' title='Hey there!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/STooGdEhcrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/CsntmJh-j3k/s72-c/Jack+and+Madi+2months+old+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-1753874310794165275</id><published>2008-11-25T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:53:35.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Reflections</title><content type='html'>My camera is currently at my folks house, so no new pictures but I will put some up when we get back. Don't skip past this post though, you might be mentioned...With Thanksgiving coming up, I am finding myself thinking about all my blessings in my life. Here is the short list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Husband- Baby, we have gone through more in the last four and a half years than many couples go through in a lifetime. I just want you to know how grateful I am to you. You make me laugh and I love that you know exactly how to make me laugh. You are an amazing father, seeing you with our beautiful children makes me melt. The way you have been so dedicated to doing well in law school is inspiring and I know you do it so you can provide for our little family. I love the way I feel safe when I am in your arms and love how you get me. I am lucky that I get to be with my best friend for all eternity. I look forward to it. Kisses Smoochiekins :)&lt;br /&gt;2. My beautiful babies- I have lucked out with not one but two of the most amazing little girls and an amazing son. Not only are they immeasurably gorgeus and smart but teach me so much about life. I have learned more in the last three years being a mother than in my whole life. I am so lucky that God has entrusted me with his chosen spirits and I hope that I am living up to that. Emma- I struggle to find words to tell you what you have meant to me. I will live my entire life so that I will be worthy to be your mother again. Your bright little spirit has illuminated my life and it is really hard to not be around your little spirit any more. I miss you so much my little chicken and I will never stop loving you. Jackson- You were sent to me for a reason. You have been my sunshine in dark times, and it has been so fun watching you turn into this funny, caring, independent little boy. You are so great with your little sister and you love making us all laugh and smile. I look forward to the future with you and seeing the choice man you will become. Madilyn- You have only been with us for the last 8 weeks, but our family was not complete without you. You always have a smile and coo for your mama even when you are sick. I can already tell what a gentle, loving soul you have. I am so grateful God blessed us with you and so exicted for years of pink and hairbows again.&lt;br /&gt;3. My family-Mom-You are the greatest. You have served as an example of grace and love to me my whole life and I want to be YOU when I grow up. Daddy- You set a high bar for the type of man I wanted in my life. Nothing makes me happier than making you laugh so your belly shakes like a bowl full of jelly. Kamers- Love you. You were my first best friend and taught me about loyalty and love. You have unshakeable faith and it is such an example to me. Ryan- You make me laugh and not take myself to seriously. Dan- It has been fun getting to be your friend as we get older. It is amazing to see what a great Daddy you are and makes me proud to be a part of your life. Cristi- You never let life get you down. You have worked so hard to finish school and have a career to be proud of. I am really proud of you. PJ- You are such an example of integrity. I see the environment you go to school in and I am constantly amazed by how you handle the pressures you face. Keep your testimony strong!&lt;br /&gt;4. My married into family- Rachel- You are not just a sister in law, you have been a sister. I feel like I grew up with you too. I am amazed by the trials you have gone through and how you have not only passed through them, but flourished. You are truly my Indian Spirit Sister. Brianne- I lucked out not only when I married Justin but also when you became part of my family. I treasure your friendship and miss you and my adorable nieces and nephew so much. Paul and Cindy- I have come to appreciate you so much. thanks for all your support.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cute nieces and nephews-in alphabetical order...Brennan, Claire, Devon, Isabella, Lily, Lilly-ok not truly my niece but feels like it..., Nathan. Wish we could see you more...Your cousin's love you! Also mentioned not really niece/nephew but cousin's kids- Jacob and Elara.&lt;br /&gt;6. Fabulous Friends-DeAnna-love and miss you. Miss our girls day outs and Sprinkles cupcakes. Miss our shared love of the Scottsdale mall and your never ending love and support even when I am a bad friend and don't call you. Thanks for being patient with me. Chad and Amber-you have been amazing supports to Justin and I am glad to have your friendship now. (I am limiting this list to those who actually read and look at my blog, plus this is getting really long)&lt;br /&gt;7. Great shoe collection- Oh shoes-through pregnancy and nursing, through gaining and losing that same 10-15 lbs you never let me down like my jeans. You always look good and always fit perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;8. Moose you have been a faithful and loving companion for my whole adult life.&lt;br /&gt;9. A good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;10. Health-as I sit holding my sick snuffy little girl, I am grateful for 0ur families health-most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;11. New friends&lt;br /&gt;12. Being a natural blonde. Blondes do have more fun. If you aren't one, you will have to take my word.&lt;br /&gt;13. Diet Dr. Pepper-you are there for me after a hard day and you don't give me any additional calories.&lt;br /&gt;14. The gospel-especially the temple&lt;br /&gt;15. My education and career. Not working has made me appreciated how lucky I have been to be able to work in the medical field. It is awesome having the knowledge to be able to assist in healing and saving lives.&lt;br /&gt;16. This country and our freedoms. Pray for our elected leaders-heaven knows, they will need the help...&lt;br /&gt;17. Finally I am grateful to have a loving Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. It is difficult to see the plan all the time, but I am grateful for the knowledge that there is a plan. I am grateful for the promises and blessings I can have if I keep up my end of the bargain. I know that we have been guided in our life and I am thankful for the blessings we have recieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let all know how much you all have touched my life. Hopefully you can reflect this week and make your own list. It is amazing how much we all have been blessed with and writing them down makes us realize how much we have. Have a healthy and happy Thanksgiving. Try not to overeat!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-1753874310794165275?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/1753874310794165275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=1753874310794165275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1753874310794165275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1753874310794165275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-reflections.html' title='Thanksgiving Reflections'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-497780465661700225</id><published>2008-11-02T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:36:44.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Lines Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/M/storage/site1/files/18/22/72/182272_63210946b2e0941ev81i07.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family tree&lt;/a&gt; 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The cuteness of these pictures might melt your brain.  Don't say I didn't warn you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeX9jEksWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DRRWqXEtlYg/s1600-h/s41628ca113599_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262341773247951202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeX9jEksWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DRRWqXEtlYg/s320/s41628ca113599_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeWNnZdinI/AAAAAAAAATI/2ubpz6lyrcY/s1600-h/Pictures+of+Kids+Halloween+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262339850263956082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeWNnZdinI/AAAAAAAAATI/2ubpz6lyrcY/s320/Pictures+of+Kids+Halloween+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeWNfbRnTI/AAAAAAAAATA/Q7WeY2j0VzY/s1600-h/Pictures+of+Kids+Halloween+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262339848124079410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeWNfbRnTI/AAAAAAAAATA/Q7WeY2j0VzY/s320/Pictures+of+Kids+Halloween+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeWLG3ygoI/AAAAAAAAASo/gAom_pQ6CXQ/s1600-h/s41628ca113599_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262339807173051010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeWLG3ygoI/AAAAAAAAASo/gAom_pQ6CXQ/s320/s41628ca113599_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeVTzT1o7I/AAAAAAAAASA/FJB3vhR8dDg/s1600-h/s41628ca113599_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262338857029182386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeVTzT1o7I/AAAAAAAAASA/FJB3vhR8dDg/s320/s41628ca113599_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeVVgp0nLI/AAAAAAAAASg/IFsoP1yFypo/s1600-h/s41628ca113599_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262338886380854450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeVVgp0nLI/AAAAAAAAASg/IFsoP1yFypo/s320/s41628ca113599_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeVU0BFs8I/AAAAAAAAASY/SQPXrmq7uxs/s1600-h/s41628ca113599_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262338874398847938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeVU0BFs8I/AAAAAAAAASY/SQPXrmq7uxs/s320/s41628ca113599_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeVUqsvUBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/koMfji78nwQ/s1600-h/s41628ca113599_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262338871897575442" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeVUqsvUBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/koMfji78nwQ/s320/s41628ca113599_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeVUI4NnsI/AAAAAAAAASI/Bp64XK3sucI/s1600-h/s41628ca113599_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262338862818893506" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeVUI4NnsI/AAAAAAAAASI/Bp64XK3sucI/s320/s41628ca113599_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend, Jack, Madi and Mommy went to Arizona to visit Baby Nate. We went to get pictures with all the kiddos and had a great time. At Grandma Lines' house we had dinner sunday night and all the cousins got together and put on their halloween costumes. Madilyn is the cutest baby bunny ever and Jackson is a scurvy (cute) pirate. Arrggghh... Just to brag on myself, I made both of their costumes and they turned out really good. I will post some closer pictures of Jackson when we go to our ward Halloween party this week. Hope everyone is having a great week. I am happy to report that after the combination of two antibiotics, tylenol and motrin Jackson's ear infection seems to be finally clearing up. Yeah!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-6695672062648425749?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/6695672062648425749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=6695672062648425749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/6695672062648425749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/6695672062648425749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/10/caution-cuteness-of-these-pictures.html' title='Caution... The cuteness of these pictures might melt your brain.  Don&apos;t say I didn&apos;t warn you!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SQeX9jEksWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DRRWqXEtlYg/s72-c/s41628ca113599_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-830426595146455415</id><published>2008-10-22T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:16:38.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What has the Lines' family been up to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_558aDHrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BGkAkousSAg/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260197663655272114" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_558aDHrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BGkAkousSAg/s320/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_5DKBanLI/AAAAAAAAARk/xZU-nreXWNc/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260196722417245362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_5DKBanLI/AAAAAAAAARk/xZU-nreXWNc/s320/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_5D9Eyh_I/AAAAAAAAARs/fF-9vlNJhkY/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260196736121604082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_5D9Eyh_I/AAAAAAAAARs/fF-9vlNJhkY/s320/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_3ckoZgfI/AAAAAAAAARc/tBm05wP8fHg/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260194960033546738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_3ckoZgfI/AAAAAAAAARc/tBm05wP8fHg/s320/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_3cTQCyJI/AAAAAAAAARU/-u_GXIQBypA/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260194955367991442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_3cTQCyJI/AAAAAAAAARU/-u_GXIQBypA/s320/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_3cLTOn0I/AAAAAAAAARM/QlNFGlyy8h4/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260194953233866562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_3cLTOn0I/AAAAAAAAARM/QlNFGlyy8h4/s320/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260194940843403490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_3bdJHKOI/AAAAAAAAARE/dHN3UX0U2ss/s320/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_2gy7Du0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/lQaIyI68dSU/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260193933077756738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_2gy7Du0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/lQaIyI68dSU/s320/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_2gTfBX_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/d6UCDOc9Dw0/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260193924638662642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_2gTfBX_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/d6UCDOc9Dw0/s320/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Well time is really flying. Miss Madilyn will be 1 month old on Friday and is getting smarter and cuter every day. Jackson is really getting cute with her and very protective. Last week, I put her in her crib so I could go to the bathroom, and she started crying. Jacks scaled the crib and was trying to give her the binky and showing her toys to get her to stop crying. It was super cute. He also lays down next to her during tummy time and sings to her or talks to her. It has made me proud of what a sweet boy he is and so caring. Madilyn continues to be my little snuggle bunny. Her favorite position is laying on her Momma's chest snoozing. She is by far my snuggliest baby. This weekend we went up to St. Louis to can applesauce and apple butter and go picking pumpkins. Got some really cute pictures of the kiddos. Jackson is enamored with pumpkins and carries his pumpkin around in a wagon. The only downside is he tries to throw them like a ball. Jackson is currently battling bilateral ear infections, he has had a rough couple of days. He spiked a temp on Monday, and napped for 4 hours and layed on the couch so we knew something was up. After a visit to the pediatrician's office on tuesday, tylenol, motrin, benadryl and being on antibiotics for 24 hours is feeling much better now and is back to terrorizing the dogs. Well gotta run- keep leaving me comments love hearing about how cute my babies are ;) PS. I am wearing regular non-maternity jeans!! Yippee (they are my fat jeans but still...) and I can wear my wedding rings again. Hopefully when I get the ok from my doc in a couple of weeks I can start working out to get rid of the curtain of shame. (The saggy skin on my belly that comes courtesy of my beautiful kiddos and three c-sections in 4 years.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-830426595146455415?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/830426595146455415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=830426595146455415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/830426595146455415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/830426595146455415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-has-lines-family-been-up-to.html' title='What has the Lines&apos; family been up to?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SP_558aDHrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BGkAkousSAg/s72-c/Pumpkin+patch+pictures+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-2256462634335333359</id><published>2008-10-06T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:04:28.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Madi update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOrRQMvuqUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/T9NFKNZG_Bg/s1600-h/Madi+birth+pictures+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254241991510632770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOrRQMvuqUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/T9NFKNZG_Bg/s320/Madi+birth+pictures+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so do I not have the cutest babies ever?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOrRQkNGxcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2DS5cXVYL18/s1600-h/Madi+birth+pictures+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254241997807863234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOrRQkNGxcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2DS5cXVYL18/s320/Madi+birth+pictures+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOrRQxA8G9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/t3SMXdBtYsg/s1600-h/Madi+birth+pictures+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254242001246493650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOrRQxA8G9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/t3SMXdBtYsg/s320/Madi+birth+pictures+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh Bear hat.  Cute but too big so Mommy spent all day pulling it away from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOrRRGS0pJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ejwf6UZ1jZE/s1600-h/Madi+birth+pictures+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254242006958646418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOrRRGS0pJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ejwf6UZ1jZE/s320/Madi+birth+pictures+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so everything went well. If you want the gory details, you will have to call me personally. Miss Madi is now 10 days old and doing very well. Her big brother loves trying to feed her fruit snacks, fish crackers and fruit cups while his mommy's back is turned. He also loves to rub his face against her head and give her little kisses. He does not like that his mommy is not allowed to pick all 28 lbs of him up, but can pick up 7 1/2 lb baby sister. We spent all last week at Grammy and Grampy's house and now we are home with Grandma Lines here. I am sleeping in 3-4 hour intervals, and forgetting to fasten my nursing bras. I walked around for like 3 hours last week wondering why my brand new nursing bra was so unsupportive only to realize both panels were down. Tee hee. I also got tired of trying to take messages at my mom's house for people who were calling to schedule timeshare presentations whilst nursing. So one day after the same lady called 3 times, I told her I was getting a pen and gave the phone to Jacks to wander around talking and pressing buttons until she hung up. Problem solved. Well, keep everyone posted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-2256462634335333359?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/2256462634335333359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=2256462634335333359' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/2256462634335333359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/2256462634335333359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/10/miss-madi-update.html' title='Miss Madi update'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOrRQMvuqUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/T9NFKNZG_Bg/s72-c/Madi+birth+pictures+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-4782357857852247183</id><published>2008-09-28T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:55:26.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madilyn Dee Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOAYl7keyjI/AAAAAAAAALc/Xw9LTzRq8Ns/s1600-h/IMG_1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251224205438929458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOAYl7keyjI/AAAAAAAAALc/Xw9LTzRq8Ns/s320/IMG_1806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some pictures of the sweetest little girl in the entire state of Illinois and her big brother who is in love with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOAYmdr174I/AAAAAAAAALk/M0L9dDGtpwM/s1600-h/IMG_1792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251224214596611970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOAYmdr174I/AAAAAAAAALk/M0L9dDGtpwM/s320/IMG_1792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Madi only minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOAYmT9gu6I/AAAAAAAAALs/aY9lAx2db9Q/s1600-h/IMG_1799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251224211986365346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOAYmT9gu6I/AAAAAAAAALs/aY9lAx2db9Q/s320/IMG_1799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the nursery, isn't she sweet?&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/7635642106951544429-4782357857852247183?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/4782357857852247183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=4782357857852247183' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/4782357857852247183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/4782357857852247183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/09/madilyn-dee-lines.html' title='Madilyn Dee Lines'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SOAYl7keyjI/AAAAAAAAALc/Xw9LTzRq8Ns/s72-c/IMG_1806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-1087840650842840530</id><published>2008-09-21T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:48:22.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah Humbug!</title><content type='html'>Apparently contractions that are 5-7 minutes apart, regular that last over 24 hours is not "real" labor. It took me two visits to OB triage, several cervical checks (which involve people's fingers in my delicates) to tell me that because my cervix is not dilated I am not in real labor. I didn't realize that regular contractions that wake you from your sleep is not &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; labor. I have been told that I should come back in if things change (what does that mean?). The only thing I can think of is that I am supposed to instictively know that I am dilating. If it sounds like I am bitter is because &lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt;. I just have to say I am not impressed with the nurses, the doctor I saw (I waited for 3 hours for but saw for only 2.5 seconds) or with the hospital itself. Still no baby. I was also told that if I was 39 weeks, they would perform a c-section without hesitation, but 37 weeks and 5 days would mean the baby is premature and would assuredly be in the NICU (Isn't 36 weeks a term pregnancy?) and that if I want a c-section early I am being selfish and do not want what is best for my baby. =(&lt;br /&gt;Stick a fork in me, I am done.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have 13 days of continuous contractions ahead of me before I can have the privelege of being filleted open and having the baby surgically removed from me. Lucky me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-1087840650842840530?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/1087840650842840530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=1087840650842840530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1087840650842840530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1087840650842840530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/09/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah Humbug!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-8386466229731084800</id><published>2008-09-04T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:04:41.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World Wide Web and new pictures!</title><content type='html'>To celebrate and commemorate the installation of the internet into my house and my newfound ability to communicate with others I have written this haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello world wide web&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh how I have missed you so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past week, we went to the DuQuoin State Fair where Jacks got to pet animals, ride a train and ride the merry go round as well as eating of delicious funnel cake. We went on 'Family Day' so we got in for free and had no parking. Justin and I enjoyed a delicious free barbeque supper courtesy of the Illinois Republican Party. Thanks John McCain... We had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we spent Labor Day weekend in St. Louis with my folks. We went to the Anheizer Busch factory for a tour-it was the only thing Ryan wanted to do while in St. Louis so we all obliged. It was actally neat seeing the whole process of what goes into making beer and all the historical buildings. Justin and I high fived when the tour guy talked about the"dark and sober days of prohibition." The best part was the free pretzels and soda after the tour. The worst part was when I almost vomited because of the smell of beer in the fermenting room. Afterward we had a delicious spagetti dinner at Old Spagetti Factory. All in all it was great. I am also posting pictures of Jacks' favorite hat. He even wears it naked. It is really cute and I figured that I need some embarassing pictures for his future dating endevors. Tee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh by the way, I think Justin is in love with another woman named Sarah Palin. She is all he has been talking about, I am starting to get jealous. No, seriously though, she is actually making me excited about politics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SMCdO_aMpWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ThPGpUsAS14/s1600-h/Jack+and+Emma+pictures+sept08+455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242362847124301154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SMCdO_aMpWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ThPGpUsAS14/s200/Jack+and+Emma+pictures+sept08+455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SMCdPOOO1vI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8xmrX2COA84/s1600-h/Jack+and+Emma+pictures+sept08+454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242362851100645106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SMCdPOOO1vI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8xmrX2COA84/s200/Jack+and+Emma+pictures+sept08+454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SMCdQCqrliI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Cx7BHGDzh_8/s1600-h/Jack+and+Emma+pictures+sept08+490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242362865178613282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SMCdQCqrliI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Cx7BHGDzh_8/s200/Jack+and+Emma+pictures+sept08+490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petting Zoo...... Fun Free Sodas and Pretzels at the Factory tour, YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SMCdQUf_mbI/AAAAAAAAALE/60wBtZ23yh0/s1600-h/Jack+and+Emma+pictures+sept08+493.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SMCeJdV6NAI/AAAAAAAAALM/DbwxL2-YLzw/s1600-h/Jack+and+Emma+pictures+sept08+496.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SMCeJongkqI/AAAAAAAAALU/xr9lbOcCMY8/s1600-h/Jack+and+Emma+pictures+sept08+492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242363854618399394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SMCeJongkqI/AAAAAAAAALU/xr9lbOcCMY8/s200/Jack+and+Emma+pictures+sept08+492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Safari Jack.... Petting a "Cow" outside the restraunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-8386466229731084800?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/8386466229731084800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=8386466229731084800' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/8386466229731084800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/8386466229731084800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-world-wide-weba-haiku.html' title='Hello World Wide Web and new pictures!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SMCdO_aMpWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ThPGpUsAS14/s72-c/Jack+and+Emma+pictures+sept08+455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-594249914568487905</id><published>2008-08-18T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:46:49.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Updates, Still no pictures</title><content type='html'>Well, Justin started school and he LOVES it. He even likes doing the readings which confuse and frighten me. Still no internet service because our new landlords have to run the cables through a wall so that the serviceman can access the cable to give us the internet and television, so no pictures yet. GRRR... Jackson and I both had doctors appointment today. He is now 26 lbs, 10 oz (50-75%) and 34 inches tall (90%). He is also brilliant and beautiful says his pediatric nurse practictioner (who is also our landlord). The baby is doing well, no real problems except her mommy just being gigantically pregnant. I look like a barge.  It looks like I will be able to schedule my cesarean on the 3rd of October. Oh, funny story, my OB doctor happened to see my garment top as he was checking the baby and admited he is also LDS. He is actually in our ward. A little weird to have sunday school with someone who will see my, um, delicates, but...&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Rachel and Dan have been out visiting my parents so last week we went to a orchard and picked 60 lbs of peaches and 15 lbs of blackberries. Yeah, I know. When we do something, we do it in a big way. Then Rachel, my mom and I all spent the next two days making homemade blackberry jam then canning it and peaches. My Dad saw we were canning and proceeded to bring home two gigantic boxes of fresh tomatoes which we also canned. Prior to this I had thought about picking apples in September at the same farm and canning applesauce and apple butter but I am a canning fool. I don't think I have the mental strength and fortitude to complete another canning marathon. It made me appreciate my mom though, because she used to can and I thought it was so easy...hmmm...I think aging gives you perspective. Jackson loved picking blackberries. He snuck so many he had diarrhea for the next two days. Silly boy. All kidding aside it was really fun though, and made me feel all nesty.&lt;br /&gt;Emma's birthday is today and we had a homemade birthday cake for her. I feel like it is important for my other children to know about her. She was an amazing little girl and I want her brother and sister to know how much we loved her and how much she loves them. Hard day but it was good to stay busy. I know I will not stop loving her and missing her until I get to be with her again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Love all. Keep the comments rolling in, I love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-594249914568487905?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/594249914568487905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=594249914568487905' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/594249914568487905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/594249914568487905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-updates-still-no-pictures_18.html' title='New Updates, Still no pictures'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-6591677002217825330</id><published>2008-08-03T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:39:10.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok. I admit it, I am lame...</title><content type='html'>Ok so I know I haven't posted any pictures for like two months. My parents' internet speed is like a small hamster running on a wheel and our internet has yet to be installed. But because I have had numerous comments left about how lame I am for not posting anything, I am braving the bad internet. Jackson has been a very busy boy- he is growing like a weed and gets funnier everyday. He has also started sloping into the terrible twos-he is advanced for his age :) - so that means more tantrums and mischief making. It is actually really funny he kind of drops where he is at on his knees and then rolls around crying and whining. He is also really into jumping right now- he hops around the house, singing (he will just walk around singing and humming to himself) and coloring. He has enjoyed the fresh Illinois corn and wants to eat his own piece from the cob- it is really cute. This past week we braved the humidity outside where he played in his Elmo splash pad- I will post pictures and I will also post pictures of him at the City Museum in St. Louis which is a giant wherehouse with slides, ball pits, art rooms and an aquarium. Basically it is a little boys dream-Justin had a blast too. Everything is going well with the baby, it looks if I schedule my c-section again it will probably be around October 2 or 3rd. She is a feisty baby already-she will have to be a little scrappy with Jacks around. When I go to the OB she kicks the fetal heart monitor, she kicks the ultrasound machine and generally kicks me all night long. She also has very definite opinions on things-she lets me know when she is unhappy. Justin and I went to see the Dark Knight last week and she let me know she did not approve. I have never had her be that active and kick that hard for 2 1/2 hours straight. The Joker freaked me out and I don't think she liked him either. She also does not enjoy when Jacks attempts to scale my ever expanding belly. The other day when I layed down with him for his nap he and his sister got in a kicking fight with me in the middle. Getting along already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin starts orientation on Wed. the 13th of August and classes start on the 18th. Justin and I will be celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary on the 14th. It is funny to think we have been married four years, so long in some ways and no time has passed in other ways. I still think he is really cute and he knows how I like my peanut butter sandwiches and how to make me laugh, so I think we are doing well. Honestly, I am really grateful I struck the lottery when I met and married him, he is the best father and my best friend, I am glad that he is the man he is. Because of orientation and my current pregnant status, we will not get to get away for our anniversary :( (I think I have been pregnant for every single one of our anniversaries so far...maybe next year ) Maybe he will have something fun planned anyway. Missing everyone back in Arizona-sorry I am a slacker... When our internet &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; gets up, I will post pictures of the house and get back to regular contributing. Feel free to drop a comment-I love reading them, they make me feel special- or just call me. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-6591677002217825330?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/6591677002217825330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=6591677002217825330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/6591677002217825330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/6591677002217825330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-i-admit-it-i-am-lame.html' title='Ok. I admit it, I am lame...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-2185075877028407035</id><published>2008-05-06T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:04:41.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Pics and Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SCFExyal9JI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CbVdcTXAa3s/s1600-h/Jack+birthday,+women%27s+conference+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197511067099853970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SCFExyal9JI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CbVdcTXAa3s/s200/Jack+birthday,+women%27s+conference+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SCFEySal9KI/AAAAAAAAAKA/N5u6wrjeO0I/s1600-h/Jack+birthday,+women%27s+conference+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197511075689788578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SCFEySal9KI/AAAAAAAAAKA/N5u6wrjeO0I/s200/Jack+birthday,+women%27s+conference+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SCFEyial9LI/AAAAAAAAAKI/t0EmWV7sf6Q/s1600-h/Jack+birthday,+women%27s+conference+232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197511079984755890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SCFEyial9LI/AAAAAAAAAKI/t0EmWV7sf6Q/s200/Jack+birthday,+women%27s+conference+232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from Jackson's Birthday and our trip to Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SCFEyyal9MI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k2EGH5xUTkE/s1600-h/ultrasound+pictures+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197511084279723202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SCFEyyal9MI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k2EGH5xUTkE/s200/ultrasound+pictures+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SCFEzCal9NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EZcuqYQKT1k/s1600-h/ultrasound+pictures+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197511088574690514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SCFEzCal9NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EZcuqYQKT1k/s200/ultrasound+pictures+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of our computer screen with the babies ultrasound pictures on it...I couldn't get them to load.  The first is a profile with hands and arms, the second is a straight profile shot.  Isn't she beautiful ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-2185075877028407035?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/2185075877028407035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=2185075877028407035' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/2185075877028407035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/2185075877028407035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/05/jack-pics-and-ultrasound.html' title='Jack Pics and Ultrasound'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/SCFExyal9JI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CbVdcTXAa3s/s72-c/Jack+birthday,+women%27s+conference+093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-3340389757741306344</id><published>2008-05-06T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:15:49.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue Update...</title><content type='html'>Well, updates...where to start?  We passed the dreaded one year anniversary of Angel Day and it was as horrible as I predicted.  I just want to take a moment and thank my family and friends who texted or called that day.  Justin and I were overcome with love and support and it was nice to feel that we were not alone (special shout out to Brianne for the beautiful album-we love it).  Justin and I also had the opportunity to attend the temple the next day (due to scheduling conflicts we had not had time to attend that day) and had a beautiful experience.  I don't want to talk about it too much except to say it is so amazing that we have a beautiful place where we can feel so close to our Heavenly Father and feel so close to our angel baby Emma.  I left feeling renewed for the challenges we will face again and the hope and knowledge that we can and will be with our daughter again some day.&lt;br /&gt;    Justin, Jack, Rachel, Dan, Ryan and myself all made the trek to Provo, Utah for women's conference.  My mom, Kami and Nanna got to fly there-lucky ducks-and we met up with them.  It is kind of a tradition we go every year and the boys like to tag along to do boy stuff and meet up with former mission companions while the girls learn about "girl stuff"-a line from Justin.  We all had a great time.  Kudos to my one year old who was in a car for about 22 hours over the space of five days and did as well as you could hope for an active little boy.&lt;br /&gt;    Now the exciting part-  I was going to do something fun on the blog to make people guess the sex of the baby but less than 5 seconds after "I think it may be a girl" came out of the ultrasound tech's mouth Justin was texting everyone in his contact list so most of you already know.  We didn't get the clearest shot-she was being modest and had her legs covering her special parts-but when pressed the ultrasound technician gave us 99% chance of being a girl.  We made her go back several times to double, and triple check and even Justin saw the three lines-look it up or use your imagination people, I am not going to explain.  She said she saw absolutely no indication of boy parts so either 1. We are having a girl or 2. Our son will be a sad, sad man.&lt;br /&gt;I will attempt to post pictures of the ultrasound up of the pictures I can make out, along with a picture of Jacks at a cool Mayan themed restraunt we went to in Utah.  It had cliff divers and everything- so cool!  Hope everyone is doing well, please leave me comments, it makes me feel popular and special.&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-3340389757741306344?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/3340389757741306344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=3340389757741306344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/3340389757741306344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/3340389757741306344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/05/overdue-update.html' title='Overdue Update...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-6160675757608799899</id><published>2008-04-10T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:00:16.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Names</title><content type='html'>Justin and I have been talking about names for this new project of ours to debut in October, and I started thinking about all the lame names that I had thought of for my kids when I was 12.  Hmmm...  Daisy Meadow, Sunshine Daydream, Regean Martinella.  I also thought it would be cool to name my daughters Summer, Winter, Autumn and Spring.  I was kind of going through a hippy, nature thing at the time.  For the lucky little men, I thought Hunter Strong (gag-Strong as a middle name?) and Richard Lee (please don't ask about this semi- normal name...It may be related to a boyfriend I had at the time.) After reading this comprehensive list, I am now thinking how many kids did I think I was going to have?  I would have had to give birth in litters!&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone did this when they were younger, so 'fess up girls...what are the lame names you were going to saddle your kids with?  The lamest or most um, &lt;em&gt;creative &lt;/em&gt;name wins a special prize yet to be determined.  Leave them as comments...I bet everyone could enjoy a good laugh.  Will post some fun pictures of Jacks soon.  Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-6160675757608799899?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/6160675757608799899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=6160675757608799899' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/6160675757608799899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/6160675757608799899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-names.html' title='Baby Names'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-731627369062262535</id><published>2008-03-31T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:18:25.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief</title><content type='html'>The best way I can explain losing someone you love is comparing it to losing a limb.  Though technically not a vital organ an arm or leg is a part of who you are.  It helps you  form your identity and define who you are as a person, it is the way you relate to the world and you enjoy it for what it brings to your life.  Limbs cannot be replaced-prosthetics are not a new arm or leg, it is just a way to help you cope with losing this part of yourself.  At the beginning, just as with a new surgical incision the pain is overwhelming, it is all you think about and most days begin and end with thoughts of how this is affecting your life.  With time comes some healing.  Not the kind that magically replace what you lost, the scar is still painfully obvious and your missing limb is still very noticible, but the thoughts of loss become less frequent.  Still, when you notice that you are now different from how you used to be, the pain is just as intense.  Sometimes you can just be thinking back on a not so distant event, and it reminds you of the whole person you used to be.  Sometimes you notice others and envy their perfect, and whole body.  You hate them for not missing a limb like you are, and you hate how they are totally unaware of how their lives are different for having a limb.  Some can say, "Wow, I can't even imagine..." or "I am so sorry"  while you appreciate their thoughts and support, it is something that until you are missing a part of yourself, you cannot and will not fully appreciate.  Sometimes you look around and people that you never noticed are missing a limb-you develop a sense of comraderie with them and one day hope not to be crippled by your loss, but develop  a new existence without your arm or leg, like they have. &lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up and remembered that I am missing an arm.  I have developed a new way of life and have adapted to this loss, but this morning I woke up and the pain was as sharp as the initial surgical wound.  I know that I will have my arm back someday, but sometimes that knowledge isn't as effective in combating these feelings of loss.  The anniversary of  Emma's death is getting closer, and maybe that is why I have been more aware of this loss.  I am basically just writing this to get all of these thoughts out of my head.  Sometimes when I am struggling with things, words start forming like an essay, and I just needed to get it out.  I will be ok.  I know I will be ok.  I am blessed in a million other ways, and for those blessings I am grateful.  It just hurts.  I miss her so much, sometimes it feels like a sharp pain or heaviness in my chest.  I miss all the plans I had for the future like graduation, weddings, grandchildren. I miss the things I would have experienced with her by now-how would she look-would her hair be long enough for pigtails now?  How would her third christmas have been, what would she have asked Santa for?  How would she and Jacks be getting along-what would she have made him for his birthday?  I miss her sweet face and big heart.  I miss nap time with her, she had a way she would curl up against me and sometimes  that spot where she would fit hurts.  I guess I just miss my arm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-731627369062262535?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/731627369062262535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=731627369062262535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/731627369062262535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/731627369062262535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/03/grief.html' title='Grief'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-7351319171463994973</id><published>2008-02-27T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:40:11.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Law School News</title><content type='html'>This is Justin again, updating my law school acceptances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Northern Illinois University -- waitlisted&lt;br /&gt;  University of Idaho -- accepted&lt;br /&gt;  St. Mary's School of Law -- accepted&lt;br /&gt;  Washburn -- accepted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kickin' scholarships from either of these schools, so I think that's made the decision to go to SIU a lot easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't heard from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  St. Louis University ($35,000/year tuition, and no chance at a scholarship)&lt;br /&gt;  Mississippi College (It's in Mississippi. . .what was I thinking?)&lt;br /&gt;  Texas Wesleyan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not that it really matters.  I'll be sending in the seat deposit to SIU soon.  Idaho is one place I was strongly considering, but they didn't offer me a scholarship.  Tuition is still low there, but not when compared to almost free at SIU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied at a lot of places because I didn't want to be in the awkward position of having no acceptances, or just one acceptance.  Looks like, barring one of the three schools I haven't heard from giving me an insane scholarship that covers tuition plus a living stipend, I'll be a Saluki in August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-7351319171463994973?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/7351319171463994973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=7351319171463994973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7351319171463994973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7351319171463994973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-law-school-news.html' title='More Law School News'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-7787612902666402398</id><published>2008-02-22T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:59:02.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...what's that thing with a tail?</title><content type='html'>No, you are not seeing things, that is a replica of what my newest project looks like. I know that he/she still has a tail (it comes from Justin's side) and I fought putting a picture up only because the baby resembles alien vs. predator. But you know what, it's mine and I love it. I am due September 30th, and I am hoping that everything goes smoothly...I could use a break this year. Oh, FYI...I asked my magic 8 ball and the baby is a girl and should be named Pedro. I think all important decisions should be made with careful thought, diligent prayer and the help of a cheap plastic toy made in Taiwan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-7787612902666402398?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/7787612902666402398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=7787612902666402398' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7787612902666402398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7787612902666402398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmmmwhats-that-thing-with-tail-to-right.html' title='Hmmm...what&apos;s that thing with a tail?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-7703223255114636051</id><published>2008-02-15T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:08:01.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin's Law School Update</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is Justin posting the latest law school acceptance news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Phoenix School of Law -- accepted&lt;br /&gt;  Southern Illinois University -- accepted with great scholarship&lt;br /&gt;  California Western School of Law -- accepted with okay scholarship&lt;br /&gt;  University of Idaho School of Law -- accepted, no word about scholarship&lt;br /&gt;  Gonzaga University School of Law -- rejected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I still haven't heard from the following schools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  St. Louis University&lt;br /&gt;  Northern Illinois University (after the school shooting this week, not really wanting to go there)&lt;br /&gt;  University of Missouri at Kansas City&lt;br /&gt;  Texas Wesleyan School of Law&lt;br /&gt;  St. Mary's School of Law &lt;br /&gt;  Washburn University School of Law&lt;br /&gt;  Mississippi College School of Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yeah, I applied to a whole bunch of schools.  I was quite nervous about getting accepted anywhere with my horrible, terrible, not-so-great GPA.  It looks like my LSAT score has more than made up for it everywhere but Gonzaga right now. &lt;br /&gt;  California Western FedEx'd me a letter today explaining that they wanted to pay for airfare and put me up in a hotel in San Diego for a weekend while they tried to sell me on going to their school.  Free weekend in San Diego?  Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-7703223255114636051?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/7703223255114636051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=7703223255114636051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7703223255114636051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7703223255114636051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/02/justins-law-school-update.html' title='Justin&apos;s Law School Update'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-7664202242372150739</id><published>2008-02-06T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:00:52.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>Forgot to post the video...here it is..enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f4a3bf7b83f3ec18" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4a3bf7b83f3ec18%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330142537%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58F8C685C86155A028191083DE03337B4A1C0978.46CABB94AB2AB4B1DB765DDEAF394640AF69903B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4a3bf7b83f3ec18%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcFSfEU-NfVVmMIthEv7e6vMXw9M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4a3bf7b83f3ec18%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330142537%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58F8C685C86155A028191083DE03337B4A1C0978.46CABB94AB2AB4B1DB765DDEAF394640AF69903B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4a3bf7b83f3ec18%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcFSfEU-NfVVmMIthEv7e6vMXw9M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-7664202242372150739?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f4a3bf7b83f3ec18&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/7664202242372150739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=7664202242372150739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7664202242372150739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7664202242372150739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/02/jacks-first-haircut_06.html' title='Jack&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-7194041186988839552</id><published>2008-02-06T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:47:14.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>Well, we did it. Jackson's hair had transformed into a mullett that Billy Ray Cyrus would be proud of and it had to go. I could actually put it into a pony in the back. So we decided today was the day. The minute that the clippers touched the back of his flaxen gold curls I wanted to snatch him out of the chair, but he looks so handsome and older...I don't know how I feel about that either! For your viewing pleasure and to mark the momentous occasion, I have posted some pictures and a video. Let us know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sara and Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R6qLKWZSV1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/-x_Jau9Qf8k/s1600-h/Jack+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164092932660287314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R6qLKWZSV1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/-x_Jau9Qf8k/s200/Jack+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R6qLLWZSV3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/yd8tbDfk588/s1600-h/Jack+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164092949840156530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R6qLLWZSV3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/yd8tbDfk588/s200/Jack+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R6qLK2ZSV2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Na8u-5Is-7A/s1600-h/Jack+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164092941250221922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="194" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R6qLK2ZSV2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Na8u-5Is-7A/s200/Jack+007.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R6qLL2ZSV4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ROo8olP8ciw/s1600-h/Jack+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164092958430091138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R6qLL2ZSV4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ROo8olP8ciw/s200/Jack+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-7194041186988839552?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/7194041186988839552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=7194041186988839552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7194041186988839552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/7194041186988839552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/02/jacks-first-haircut.html' title='Jack&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R6qLKWZSV1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/-x_Jau9Qf8k/s72-c/Jack+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-2950285566900230682</id><published>2008-02-06T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:34:26.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband is a super star!!!!</title><content type='html'>Justin got a call today from Southern Illinois Unversity and he got accepted and a scholorship that will nearly cover his tuition!!!!!  I am SO proud of you honey!  This part of law school is fun so far...we'll keep you posted on any other acceptances.  Well, it's 1 am and so I will post some fun pictures of Jack tommarrow or later this week.  Bye all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-2950285566900230682?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/2950285566900230682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=2950285566900230682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/2950285566900230682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/2950285566900230682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-husband-is-super-star.html' title='My husband is a super star!!!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-916456196729988214</id><published>2008-01-31T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:37:20.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, I haven't posted in a while and I was feeling like a slacker.  Well, new updates...Rachel my gorgeous, talented sister in law and her sister Suzanne decided to start a business of making baby quilts (Don't worry, I will link it) I decided to jump in making diapees and wipees cases, baby bags, scripture totes, etc.  If you are interested in purchasing some "quality handmade crap" please let me know.  Just saw new pictures of the Woolner's baby, she is so cute and makes me jones for little baby stage again.  Jack-a-rama, AKA Jack's 1st birthday will be held at my house on the 16th at 1 pm.  Please let me know if you didn't get an invitation, I don't have everyone's email.  Also, the workers at Buffalo Exchange are involved in reverse discrimination...If you don't have extra holes in your ears, lip, nose or nipple, along with black nail polish and 2 different colors of hair, do not expect to be treated with the same respect that someone with a pink and red mohawk wearing &lt;em&gt;tight&lt;/em&gt;  jeans and having a spear through your lower lip would.  If you would like to hear a story, please let me know.  I am trying to be more positive this year...I keep reading this blog that I am addicted too,  and everytime I look at it I feel sad, and like I am not good enough.  This annonymous  person, we'll call her "Leslie Schmarris" seems to have everything, good looks, plenty of ITC (inner thigh clearance-you know when the tops of you thighs don't touch) a cute husband and beautiful daughters and plenty of disposable income.  They seem to do things like go mountain lion hunting for example, or run marathons.  Things that normal people don't do, but they want to.  Anyway, everytime that I see Leslie Schmarris' blog, I feel bad about myself and that I am lacking.  One of my new years' resolutions is to stop thinking about "things" to make me happy, and stop comparing myself to others.  Working in the ER I have seen people at their worst, and I know that people's lives are never as good as they seem. &lt;br /&gt;Rather than feeling bad about all the things that I don't have (like ITC) I will list the amazing things in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. A cute, cute husband who I adore, and who thinks after stretch marks, two babies and four years together that I am cute, funny and still likes being around me.  I love you hot man-meat!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Two of the most amazing people in the world as my children.  Jack is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; fun, loves his momma, constantly makes me laugh, lets me snuggle him and is cute to boot.  Emma was too amazing to keep hanging out in this world, if you had the privelege of meeting her you know that she was sassy, fun, sweet, empathetic (pretty amazing for a nearly 2 year old) and beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;3. The best mommy. ever.  'Nuff said&lt;br /&gt;4. The best sisters ever-I am counting Rachel and Brianne in this, along with Kam and Cristi.  You guys ROCK!!  Kami, I miss you everyday!&lt;br /&gt;5. The greatest friends ever-special shout out to Deanna-can you believe that we've been friends for like 7 years?  Time flies!  Love you lots!&lt;br /&gt;6. Ok, so I have really cute hair.  Not to be boastful, but it is pretty cute, and now I have Reece Witherspoon bangs.&lt;br /&gt;7. The funnest and cuddliest daddy ever.  There is nothing better than making my daddy laugh and watching his belly shake.  tee hee&lt;br /&gt;8. Awesome brothers who I love hanging out with.  The best is when they were coaching me at guitar hero...so funny.&lt;br /&gt;9. A newfound testimony of the principle that families can be together forever.  Also, a newfound appreciation for the atonement and for a loving and personal Heavenly Father and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;10. Chocolate, ice cream and french fries.  Ok, seriously, I know God loves us because he gave us amazing tasty treats to eat and not just barley and carrots and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;11.  The most loyal and protective dog anyone could ever had.  Moose has been with me through the best times and the worse times of my life and she is the best.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, see I already feel better!   I appreciate you all...thanks for being a part of this crazy adventure of life with me.&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-916456196729988214?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/916456196729988214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=916456196729988214' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/916456196729988214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/916456196729988214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-8765207201521408737</id><published>2008-01-08T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:01:06.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I love my husband...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Upon discovering that people he did not know had posted on his fitness blog (check it out, it is really funny) he stated "Homophiles would be all over me.  I am a tasty piece of man-meat."  Homophiles come from when he first stated that pedophiles would be all over him and I reminded him that he is 27, not 7; therefore, the phrase &lt;em&gt;pedophile&lt;/em&gt; does not apply to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin, honey, I am really glad I married you.  You make me laugh like none other, and if I don't tell you enough I simply adore you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-8765207201521408737?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/8765207201521408737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=8765207201521408737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/8765207201521408737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/8765207201521408737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-why-i-love-my-husband.html' title='This is why I love my husband...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-1703658556441760123</id><published>2008-01-04T21:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:16:01.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38eQADgW-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_M3ltYoxANA/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151869758976580578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38eQADgW-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_M3ltYoxANA/s200/Christmas+Pictures+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38eQQDgW_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/w0ecImGLEAk/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151869763271547890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38eQQDgW_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/w0ecImGLEAk/s200/Christmas+Pictures+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38eRADgXBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cvi-Uy_uo-M/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151869776156449810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38eRADgXBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cvi-Uy_uo-M/s200/Christmas+Pictures+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jack hijacking the camera Jackson and Grampy Jack opening cars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I haven't posted in a long time...Christmas was really nice, my parents and brother and sister came to town and it was so nice to have everyone together! Jackson decided that he did like this Santa fellow after all, at least the present part of Santa Claus. He was hysterical because he stood on the edge of the boxes and screamed everytime someone opened a present. It was a lot of fun to give gifts this year, because I made my mom cry not once, not twice but three times. It was also fun to see Rachel open up the scripture case I made for her. I will post a couple of pictures of the cases. My current project is making a new crib set for Jack I will post pictures when I am all done. I am thinking about some goals for this new year-inspired by Rachel, but I am literally sick and tired right now so I will have to save it for another day. In the meantime, enjoy some pictures of the cutest nearly 11 month old ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38eRgDgXCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/d-bS2NWhTko/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151869784746384418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38eRgDgXCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/d-bS2NWhTko/s200/Christmas+Pictures+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38fSQDgXEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IOn3Z7SiJ-E/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151870897142914114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38fSQDgXEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IOn3Z7SiJ-E/s200/Christmas+Pictures+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jack enjoying his new presents from Santa...he was a VERY good boy this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38fSgDgXFI/AAAAAAAAAII/i20R_QHE0-U/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151870901437881426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38fSgDgXFI/AAAAAAAAAII/i20R_QHE0-U/s200/Christmas+Pictures+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151870888552979506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38fRwDgXDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XfzxL54y-Vg/s200/Christmas+Pictures+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38eQwDgXAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hKclTCIIK04/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151869771861482498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38eQwDgXAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hKclTCIIK04/s200/Christmas+Pictures+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jack and Bethany playing on New Years' The Scripture cases My cute honeybunny, he was also a VERY good boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-1703658556441760123?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/1703658556441760123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=1703658556441760123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1703658556441760123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1703658556441760123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2008/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R38eQADgW-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_M3ltYoxANA/s72-c/Christmas+Pictures+093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-6296222167768531747</id><published>2007-11-29T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:56:13.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaper Bag poll and other cool stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Some fun things that happened this week...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Justin went to the mailbox and found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0-kxELlM2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/a_FLZVwOso4/s1600-R/santa+pictures+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138506862695887714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0-kxELlM2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/11SDNdCtXRQ/s200/santa+pictures+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0-kw0LlM1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7oNpwGOW2XI/s1600-R/santa+pictures+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138506858400920402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0-kw0LlM1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/yquaK27eYwQ/s200/santa+pictures+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip, hip hooray!! I am so proud of you baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I went to Marshall's across from Scottsdale Shea this week after a class and found a Fleurville Diaper bag that retails for 150+ for $49.99. Being the thrifty minded woman I am, I snapped it right up. I told my husband about said bag and after seeing it this was his reaction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me) Hi honey, after working so hard this week, I went to Marshalls like you told me to buy you expensive clothes, but seeing as how the last diaper bag I purchased was 5.99 at Walmart, I was wondering if I could keep this very quality made diaper bag so that I can better care for our child??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Justin) Woman!!! How many times have I told you not to think!!! Leopard print!! What is this 1980?!? Who would buy crap like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me) I'm sorry sir, I only want to make you happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Ok, I may have embelished this exchange, but the leopard print comment is pure Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the spirit of fairness, I have decided to post a poll to determine the fate of this bag. I will post several pictures, please enter the poll or write comments so I can prove my husband wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0-kwULlM0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/wFio6DKy_Jk/s1600-R/santa+pictures+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138506849810985794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0-kwULlM0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/3s_OhhSC06o/s200/santa+pictures+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0-kvULlMyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Hjk4XFYTN88/s1600-R/santa+pictures+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138506832631116578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0-kvULlMyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d7QU9mxBcvw/s200/santa+pictures+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;responded&lt;/span&gt; to my friend DeAnna's blogspot challenge, so here it is :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I will send a handmade gift, treat, etc. to the first three (3) people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this means is I will make you a homemade treat or craft but you have to copy and paste this on your blog for you to do. The time line on this is by Christmas! What a fun idea and a cool way to give to others!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 people to leave me a comment will get an awesome, Sara Lines' treat! Merry Christmas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-6296222167768531747?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/6296222167768531747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=6296222167768531747' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/6296222167768531747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/6296222167768531747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2007/11/diaper-bag-poll-and-other-cool-stuff.html' title='Diaper Bag poll and other cool stuff...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0-kxELlM2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/11SDNdCtXRQ/s72-c/santa+pictures+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-5786915130367495826</id><published>2007-11-27T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:30:12.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, Christmas, the smell of pine and cinnamon fills the air...bright lights twinkle and the sounds of sleigh bells and screaming children in the mall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137754848282096290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0z40ELlMqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/02w_c0HKXbI/s320/santa+pictures+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see Jackson enjoyed his visit with Santa Claus! We then went to build a bear and Jack made a monkey named Chongo (for all those that are not fluent in espanol, that means "monkey"). He had a great time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137755737340326578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0z5n0LlMrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OBiRAS72wC0/s320/santa+pictures+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I got my Christmas tree up...it will be a hard Christmas, it was really difficult seeing all of the ornaments for Emma-her baby ornament, the special "Emma" snowman, etc. but it will be nice making memories with Jack in his first Christmas. He is going to be spoiled rotten! I also know that we have a special little angel looking out for us now, it is just really hard not to miss her little impish smile and giggle and sweet kisses and the way she would lay her head on my shoulder and pat my arm. I miss you baby! If you think of it, send some prayers and good thoughts my way-I could use them right about now. We love you all and I am grateful the Lord has provided us with an amazing family and special friends during this challenging time. That is truly on of God's greatest blessings in my life right now-may the spirit of Christmas and the gift of the gospel light our lives this Christmas instead of retail and packages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise not to have depressing posts anymore...Love you all. Here is a picture of our glorious tree! Merry Christmas!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137758997220504258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0z8lkLlMsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YSFFh4FHGqU/s320/santa+pictures+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-5786915130367495826?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/5786915130367495826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=5786915130367495826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/5786915130367495826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/5786915130367495826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-christmas-time.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Time...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/R0z40ELlMqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/02w_c0HKXbI/s72-c/santa+pictures+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-812489852462514048</id><published>2007-11-10T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:40:53.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Jackson's first official visit to the phoenix zoo. Here is a picture of what he was like most of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzaR8OTZWDI/AAAAAAAAADg/feRsHRM6ns8/s1600-h/Dan%27s+Camera+179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131449289252886578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzaR8OTZWDI/AAAAAAAAADg/feRsHRM6ns8/s320/Dan%27s+Camera+179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since today was Mommy's work party we marched on and went to the Children's Zoo, to pet goats and posed with Mommy and Daddy on the tractor. Jackson especially enjoyed the squirrel monkey open air exhibit where 5-6 monkeys were in the bush right in front of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131450749541767234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzaTROTZWEI/AAAAAAAAADo/8r8T5Rzv-Bk/s320/Dan%27s+Camera+180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131450758131701842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzaTRuTZWFI/AAAAAAAAADw/f9LPzj-VyOM/s320/Dan%27s+Camera+181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131450762426669154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzaTR-TZWGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UAt6djtSKiw/s320/Dan%27s+Camera+182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131450796786407554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzaTT-TZWII/AAAAAAAAAEI/SzKn3CvRwoQ/s320/Dan%27s+Camera+196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131450779606538354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzaTS-TZWHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vGds49nl5Ao/s320/Dan%27s+Camera+191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a picture of Jack after a nap, tylenol and no pants (he hates clothing). Much improved! (If you notice carefully, he is standing by himself-such a big boy!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzaVF-TZWJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UrgdbE-B6HY/s1600-h/Dan%27s+Camera+216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131452755291494546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzaVF-TZWJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UrgdbE-B6HY/s320/Dan%27s+Camera+216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-812489852462514048?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/812489852462514048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=812489852462514048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/812489852462514048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/812489852462514048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2007/11/zoo-day.html' title='Zoo Day'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzaR8OTZWDI/AAAAAAAAADg/feRsHRM6ns8/s72-c/Dan%27s+Camera+179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-4886934048921667185</id><published>2007-11-07T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:03:48.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon, Balloon (in french accent)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKYmQdtziI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jZtQtBWhWHE/s1600-h/may07-nov07+387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130330708550471202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKYmQdtziI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jZtQtBWhWHE/s320/may07-nov07+387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKYoAdtzjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tsJvOiGfUY8/s1600-h/may07-nov07+391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130330738615242290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKYoAdtzjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tsJvOiGfUY8/s320/may07-nov07+391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKYoQdtzkI/AAAAAAAAABE/jlqcsy2zGj4/s1600-h/may07-nov07+388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130330742910209602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKYoQdtzkI/AAAAAAAAABE/jlqcsy2zGj4/s320/may07-nov07+388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out to dinner at sweet tomatoes and Jack got his very own balloon. It was love at first sight!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-4886934048921667185?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/4886934048921667185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=4886934048921667185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/4886934048921667185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/4886934048921667185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2007/11/balloon-balloon-in-french-accent.html' title='Balloon, Balloon (in french accent)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKYmQdtziI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jZtQtBWhWHE/s72-c/may07-nov07+387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-1235624357402790748</id><published>2007-11-07T20:36:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:55:10.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKWkQdtzhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_eeYMr2uykQ/s1600-h/may07-nov07+383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130328475167477266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKWkQdtzhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_eeYMr2uykQ/s320/may07-nov07+383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKVOQdtzdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieGDQTr-ZbA/s1600-h/IMG_0411%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130326997698727378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKVOQdtzdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieGDQTr-ZbA/s320/IMG_0411%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKVOwdtzeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WSYR3lb89W4/s1600-h/may07-nov07+361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130327006288661986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKVOwdtzeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WSYR3lb89W4/s320/may07-nov07+361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKVPAdtzfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cg-JuLkQn0w/s1600-h/may07-nov07+383.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKVPgdtzgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2UF4U6DtwYM/s1600-h/may07-nov07+380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130327019173563906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKVPgdtzgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2UF4U6DtwYM/s320/may07-nov07+380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson was a lion for halloween and Mommy was the zoo keeper. I was up until 3 am the night before finishing the mane on his costume, but it was well worth it, he looked adorable and was the cutest lion/baby ever! Daddy had class so didn't get to go trick or treating, but we had a good time anyway. We also visited a pumpkin patch and Jack got his own little pumpkin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-1235624357402790748?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/1235624357402790748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=1235624357402790748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1235624357402790748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1235624357402790748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfMeuEP10Nk/RzKWkQdtzhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_eeYMr2uykQ/s72-c/may07-nov07+383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-1507959205473988251</id><published>2007-11-07T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:36:14.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-1507959205473988251?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/1507959205473988251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=1507959205473988251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1507959205473988251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/1507959205473988251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7635642106951544429.post-6527258905908027313</id><published>2007-10-30T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T03:39:49.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>I decided to finally get my act in gear and set up a blog so that people can see what we are up to and get pictures of the cutest baby ever...&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think,&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7635642106951544429-6527258905908027313?l=familyoflines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/feeds/6527258905908027313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7635642106951544429&amp;postID=6527258905908027313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/6527258905908027313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7635642106951544429/posts/default/6527258905908027313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyoflines.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661992523160268857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
