<?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-689342886136662388</id><updated>2011-09-12T07:01:58.255-07:00</updated><category term='Photo'/><category term='videos'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='photos'/><title type='text'>The Comings and Goings...</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="/search/label/videos"&gt;Videos&lt;/a&gt;  
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&lt;a href="http://four77.blogspot.com/1981/01/archive.html"&gt;Archive&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aaron Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03137140891995961966</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>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-7138529367658446854</id><published>2011-09-01T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:46:33.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Baxter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh Baxter. You are 7 months old and a bundle of joy. Here are a few of some highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You give most people this big, open mouthed smile (see picture below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When I am on the floor "wrestling" with Isaac and Lorelai, you don't want to be left out. You army crawl your way over and roll on top of me, or mess with my hair. The other day you managed to give me a bloody nose. Impressive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You are currently imitating noises, so a lot of the time you will say, "Ba ba ba ba" and the shape your mouth makes is REALLY cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When I pick you up, I pretty much want to squeeze you because you are so darn sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65L8hID8EIM/TmBe5VHWOmI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZWQZMepGg_0/s1600/IMG_0908.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65L8hID8EIM/TmBe5VHWOmI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZWQZMepGg_0/s320/IMG_0908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647618271736117858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-7138529367658446854?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/7138529367658446854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/09/our-little-baxter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/7138529367658446854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/7138529367658446854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/09/our-little-baxter.html' title='Our Little Baxter'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543393260140206231</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/-65L8hID8EIM/TmBe5VHWOmI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZWQZMepGg_0/s72-c/IMG_0908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-6392422773800763035</id><published>2011-08-19T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:56:40.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Full Of It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I gotta poop! I thought that was going to be a fart!" - Isaac, after he backed up against to fart on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Mommy, did you like your wedding? Do you love daddy? Did you make your dreams come true?" - Isaac, while watching "Say Yes To The Dress" with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Mommy, please don't ever make this again." - Isaac, after I made Curried-Chicken Potpie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I'll miss my Booberry (Baxter) but I'll be perfectly fine with him." - Isaac, when I told him Baxter was going to go to Nana and Papa's&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/689342886136662388-6392422773800763035?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/6392422773800763035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/08/hes-full-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6392422773800763035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6392422773800763035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/08/hes-full-of-it.html' title='He&apos;s Full Of It!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543393260140206231</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-689342886136662388.post-3478987073326968756</id><published>2011-08-15T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:13:32.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For his 4th birthday, Isaac got $4 from his Auntie M. He found it again in the card this morning so I told him we could go to Walmart and he could pick out a toy with his birthday money. He was all over this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When we got to Walmart we headed to the toy aisle. Along the way Isaac saw some Angry Bird plush animals, he pointed them out and said he liked them, but I had to tell him they were "out of his budget" because they were $8. He says, "Yeah, and I have $4, right?" Once we got to the toy department we started at the Lego aisle. He would see something he liked and say, "Is that in my budget?" I really wanted to pitch in a couple dollars so he could get a Lego kit, but decided that would defeat the purpose. We had no luck in the Lego aisle so we continued on, he kept looking and asking if something was "in his budget." He was very careful about what he wanted to buy. Eventually we made it to the Cars 2 aisle and he very excitedly declared, "I want one of these!" So we picked one of each and he laid them all on the ground and then picked..."Grem"- one of the bad guys. I must say, I was a little surprised at this, but not wanting him to question his decision, I didn't ask more than once, "Are you sure this is the one you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Our checker was very sweet and understanding when he very slowly, dollar by dollar handed her his $4. She put the car in his very own bag with his receipt and then handed him his change, which was also met with a good amount of excitement.  It was a very sweet first shopping experience. He's already planning how he is going to spend his birthday money next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O04ZlRaFc8M/TknuOA72XbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FW--4WHU8L0/s1600/IMG_0863.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O04ZlRaFc8M/TknuOA72XbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FW--4WHU8L0/s320/IMG_0863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641301932794863026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/689342886136662388-3478987073326968756?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/3478987073326968756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/08/birthday-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3478987073326968756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3478987073326968756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/08/birthday-money.html' title='Birthday Money!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543393260140206231</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/-O04ZlRaFc8M/TknuOA72XbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FW--4WHU8L0/s72-c/IMG_0863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-6342108686042817227</id><published>2011-07-25T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:42:23.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Sister, your stroller is broken so it's not going to be played with for 100 weeks." - Isaac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Oh darn it! It's messy!" - Lorelai, when she walked into the toy closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me: "Lorelai, time for bed."; Lorelai: "Darn it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WafHOp-Lzh0/TjjReSZI9cI/AAAAAAAAABI/In1d1USE3wA/s1600/IMG_0396.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WafHOp-Lzh0/TjjReSZI9cI/AAAAAAAAABI/In1d1USE3wA/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636485251917739458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/689342886136662388-6342108686042817227?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/6342108686042817227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/07/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6342108686042817227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6342108686042817227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/07/quotes.html' title='Quotes...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543393260140206231</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/-WafHOp-Lzh0/TjjReSZI9cI/AAAAAAAAABI/In1d1USE3wA/s72-c/IMG_0396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-1302393656401207218</id><published>2011-04-28T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:21:45.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today on the way to preschool Isaac informed me that when he grew up he was going to be part of "Backstreet Boys." I'm thinking that might look a little something like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SseLv8VfKS4/Tbo72CdhJkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ex1AHOtC7dE/s1600/backstreetboys-Isaac.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SseLv8VfKS4/Tbo72CdhJkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ex1AHOtC7dE/s320/backstreetboys-Isaac.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600854886148286018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-1302393656401207218?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/1302393656401207218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/04/when-i-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/1302393656401207218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/1302393656401207218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/04/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543393260140206231</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/-SseLv8VfKS4/Tbo72CdhJkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ex1AHOtC7dE/s72-c/backstreetboys-Isaac.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-3880630894333856181</id><published>2011-04-26T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:37:47.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorelai Lynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wn7Egi2YudU/Tbeq1UemiII/AAAAAAAAAD4/EYq9dw0CDXk/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600132494665353346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wn7Egi2YudU/Tbeq1UemiII/AAAAAAAAAD4/EYq9dw0CDXk/s400/IMG_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kb0j3VoMr-I/Tbeq1Oxae4I/AAAAAAAAADw/qHapz3-kzLM/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600132493133642626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kb0j3VoMr-I/Tbeq1Oxae4I/AAAAAAAAADw/qHapz3-kzLM/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now isn't she just too cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/689342886136662388-3880630894333856181?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/3880630894333856181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/04/lorelai-lynn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3880630894333856181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3880630894333856181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/04/lorelai-lynn.html' title='Lorelai Lynn'/><author><name>Aaron Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03137140891995961966</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/-wn7Egi2YudU/Tbeq1UemiII/AAAAAAAAAD4/EYq9dw0CDXk/s72-c/IMG_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-2318388828211192640</id><published>2011-04-25T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:03:01.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Learned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I learned a couple thing this past two weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. I am not a morning person. I DO NOT like waking up before 7:30pm. Therefore, waking up to exercise at 5:30am lasted all of two mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. I have 100 million things to do around the house, so when the children are napping, the LAST thing I want to do is exercise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3. The summer clothes I need to fit into, still do not fit. And, since I am not made of money, I can't afford to go out and buy all new summer clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And this leads me to #4...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4. I am a gym girl. The only way this body of mine is ever going to &lt;i&gt;slightly &lt;/i&gt;resemble it's pre-baby size is if I get my booty out of the house and go to a gym to workout. Conveniently, I've been making a monthly donation to a local gym but have not graced it's doors in 7+ months, so actually going to a gym to exercise just required me to swallow my shame and go back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I did that this morning. Went to the gym, kids in tow, walked to the counter, told them I had a membership but had not been in a LLLOONNNGGG time and did not remember my membership number. The girl was quite nice, giggled at my admission, took my picture (liked her a little less at this point) and welcomed me back. And back I am. I am vowing to myself to get to the gym at &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt; 3 times this week. I don't feel this should be too difficult for me, I am used to going to a gym to exercise, just have to get back with the program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vnnx3hSjF3g/TbXvJ4qVCjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YkOHcANIlcA/s1600/letsgetphysical.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vnnx3hSjF3g/TbXvJ4qVCjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YkOHcANIlcA/s320/letsgetphysical.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599644664812866098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-2318388828211192640?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/2318388828211192640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/04/things-i-learned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/2318388828211192640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/2318388828211192640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/04/things-i-learned.html' title='Things I Learned...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543393260140206231</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/-Vnnx3hSjF3g/TbXvJ4qVCjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YkOHcANIlcA/s72-c/letsgetphysical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-7876587231345857303</id><published>2011-04-21T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:04:27.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lorelai and I had a chance to spend some time in the kitchen this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;First, she helped me make dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cx4zsFl7v0g/TbEK3n6pxiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LTIOpuFxlKU/s1600/IMG_2256.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cx4zsFl7v0g/TbEK3n6pxiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LTIOpuFxlKU/s320/IMG_2256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598267762522310178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Please excuse the attire and the one-eyed pirate look she has going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4s7dSRKKwuY/TbEK3RqYzOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WUsmeynWSus/s1600/IMG_2254.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4s7dSRKKwuY/TbEK3RqYzOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WUsmeynWSus/s320/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598267756548508898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then, we made some birds nest cookies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4iiGTsGEVQ/TbEK2z_10fI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fI0yr9AShNY/s320/IMG_2258.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598267748585427442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Let's eat them mommy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OsSo9x19exY/TbEK3DbusnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/B4Om_sB_86A/s1600/IMG_2259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OsSo9x19exY/TbEK3DbusnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/B4Om_sB_86A/s1600/IMG_2259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OsSo9x19exY/TbEK3DbusnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/B4Om_sB_86A/s320/IMG_2259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598267752728932978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The finished product!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ri4Vwrpwkk/TbEK2oNAHqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OvkF_PV7U1c/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ri4Vwrpwkk/TbEK2oNAHqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OvkF_PV7U1c/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598267745419402914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wish someone had been there to take a picture of the two of us together. We had on matching aprons, compliments of G.G. (Great Grandma Glee). When I put the apron on, Lorelai asked me who gave it to her so I told her, she responded, "G.G. loves me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/689342886136662388-7876587231345857303?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/7876587231345857303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/04/in-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/7876587231345857303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/7876587231345857303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/04/in-kitchen.html' title='In The Kitchen'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cx4zsFl7v0g/TbEK3n6pxiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LTIOpuFxlKU/s72-c/IMG_2256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-7224848789985882501</id><published>2011-04-07T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:57:52.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty On The Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"The bear is going potty!" - Lorelai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zm1ISDJvuYI/TZ4ycwBuJhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4ci2G_2UihU/s1600/IMG_2181.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zm1ISDJvuYI/TZ4ycwBuJhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4ci2G_2UihU/s320/IMG_2181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592963256750581266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-7224848789985882501?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/7224848789985882501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/04/potty-on-brain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/7224848789985882501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/7224848789985882501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/04/potty-on-brain.html' title='Potty On The Brain'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zm1ISDJvuYI/TZ4ycwBuJhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4ci2G_2UihU/s72-c/IMG_2181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-8474195538089625867</id><published>2011-03-30T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:57:17.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Free Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Our MOPS Summit (Leadership Conference) is this weekend and for the Friday Night Girls Night, our group is providing the desserts. I was making some cookies for a meeting earlier in the week, so I just decided to make the rest of the sugar cookies for one of the desserts on Friday. I didn't want to just make plain old sugar cookies, so I googled "MOPS Cookies" and came across a blog with pictures of some cookies with the MOPS logo. Thankfully I had the heart shape cookie cutter, so then it was just a matter of copying the frosting. Thanks to Melissa for the royal icing recipe. I think, for the most part, they turned out pretty good. Now I'm anxious to try and make some cookies for something else! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-616KuGa5ePg/TZQXKa5XgMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hDkhDYhgeqI/s320/IMG_2150.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590118505259696322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-8474195538089625867?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/8474195538089625867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/03/in-my-free-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8474195538089625867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8474195538089625867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/03/in-my-free-time.html' title='In My Free Time'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-616KuGa5ePg/TZQXKa5XgMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hDkhDYhgeqI/s72-c/IMG_2150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-8878845119335926484</id><published>2011-03-21T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:29:58.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Growing Up!</title><content type='html'>Isaac just yelled from the other room, "Mommy! I have hair on my arms!" I tell him, "Come here, let me see!" So he comes up to me, looks all over his arm for the hair, spots it and says, "See! Right there!" I say, "Yes!" To which he says, "Ooohh, I'm growing up!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-8878845119335926484?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/8878845119335926484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/03/im-growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8878845119335926484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8878845119335926484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/03/im-growing-up.html' title='I&apos;m Growing Up!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-3059634743137365442</id><published>2011-03-21T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:49:43.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not The Parking Lot??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This morning as the kids and I were leaving Winco, Isaac declares he needs to go to the bathroom. Having a cart full of groceries and the other two kids and not really knowing what else to do, I told him we'd go to the car, unload the groceries than go back in. He starts screaming/crying, "I have to go so bad, so bad..." We hurry to the car and I start to unload the groceries, the whole time he's carrying on. I get all the groceries out and go to grab Lorelai when I feel something warm on my leg and hear Isaac say, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pee on you!" You guessed it! That little boy had dropped his drawers and was peeing in the Winco parking lot....ugh. I quickly look around to see if anyone had seen, an older gentleman may have, I tell Isaac to pull up his pants (!) and to stand by the car; then, when I'm sure he's not looking, I laugh...what else could I do...I guess in his mind, if he can pee in the backyard, why not the parking lot??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-3059634743137365442?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/3059634743137365442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/03/why-not-parking-lot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3059634743137365442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3059634743137365442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/03/why-not-parking-lot.html' title='Why Not The Parking Lot??'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-5537952491456102620</id><published>2011-03-02T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:40:47.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's A Character!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The other day I made Lorelai half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. After taking it apart and eating one side of the sandwich, she informs me she is ready for a cookie. Since she hadn't actually finished her lunch I told her she couldn't have a cookie until she had done so. Her response to me was to pick up all the pieces of sandwich off her plate, hold them in her hands above her head, look down at her plate and exclaim, "I DID IT!" I had to tell her that just because she took the sandwich off her plate, didn't actually mean she had finished her lunch. It was quite funny though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-5537952491456102620?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/5537952491456102620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/03/shes-character.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/5537952491456102620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/5537952491456102620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/03/shes-character.html' title='She&apos;s A Character!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-3170425842448852136</id><published>2011-02-10T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:50:51.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have A Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TVTJd_yS0GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wOgyVDOKNQ8/s1600/DSCN1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TVTJd_yS0GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wOgyVDOKNQ8/s320/DSCN1106.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572300156139917410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have excitedly welcomed to our family Baxter Leroy Baumann! He is beautiful and so far seems quite the content little guy. He came into the world weighing 8lbs 10oz and 21 inches long; he also has QUITE the birth story. Below is the birth story from Aaron's perspective, my version of the events is MUCH longer. Something to note, is that my original due date was January 30th, so by this time I'm uncomfortable and pretty ready for the baby to be here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Rachel had an appointment with the midwife at 4:30pm on Friday, February 4th. Everything was fine, but she was only at 2 cm. The midwife said that she thought the due date (which wasn't originally set by her) may actually have been February 6th. So, Rachel essentially left that appointment thinking "well, this could be another week."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "  &gt;That night at about 10pm she started having some contractions. Nothing big, maybe 10 minutes apart and they only lasted for about an hour. Eh, it could be nothing. So, we went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: black; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;Rachel woke up at about 5:30 and got out of bed. This wasn't really a cause for concern for me. She had done it a few times recently. Back pains made it hard for her to get comfortable, so sometimes she would get up and just go read a book by the fireplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;At about 6:45am Rachel came in and said "if you w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;ant to take a shower before your baby is born, you'd better do it now." I took a quick shower and got dressed. By that time her contractions were getting pretty constant and intense. We finally knew that we had to get moving. We called the midwife and I quickly got everything together. Rachel wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;s moving very slowly, and not moving at all during her contractions. I kept poking my head in on Rachel and saying "Lucy! This is no time to be playing games!" We finally got in the car by about 8:05.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;THIS IS THE FUN PART. Not many times does a man have a decent excuse to drive with purpose. Pop on the emergency flashers and just start swerving in and out of traffic. Rachel spent the drive alternating between yelling at me for driving erratically and saying "Shannon's not going to make it." Averaging about 60 MPH, we made it to to my in-laws at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;8:15am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;I got Shannon on the phone as Geri came out to meet us at the car. Shannon told us to get Rachel into the house and have her lay on the bed to slow down the labor process. After a few contractions by the side of the car, we moved Rachel inside. Before she could get to the bed she felt her water break. She told us "bathroom" and we helped her in that direction. When we got to the bathroom, Geri said "we should probably get her pants off." I called Shannon to let her know that Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;'s water had just broke and we put her on speaker phone. My phone log tells me this was at 8:23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;Rachel got down on her hands and knees on the bathroom floor and Geri said, "you should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;probably switch places with me." I remember Shannon telling Rachel to "blow like blowing through a donut hole" but this baby was already on his way. I remember saying "i see the head" and then supporting his head as it came out, looking for an umbilical cord in case I needed to hook it out of the way. Rachel said "what are you doing?" I replied "It's the shoulders, hun. You just need to get the shoulders." One more push and I was holding my baby. 8:28 AM. 5 minutes after her water broke and less than 15 minutes after we pulled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt; into the driveway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: normal; "  &gt;Later, Rachel told us that she actually remembered dreaming that she was having a contraction. She probably went through 1/2 of the labor in her sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TVTYciljdCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Trae8v6nZVc/s320/DSCN1069.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572316623796401186" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&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/689342886136662388-3170425842448852136?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/3170425842448852136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/02/we-have-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3170425842448852136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3170425842448852136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/02/we-have-baby.html' title='We Have A Baby!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TVTJd_yS0GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wOgyVDOKNQ8/s72-c/DSCN1106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-3232317204775892144</id><published>2011-01-19T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:24:20.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Isaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Aaron and Isaac were watching Alpha and Omega, a movie about two wolves who are transported to Idaho to repopulate the wolf population; during the movie Aaron tells Isaac, "They were sent there to make babies." When bedtime arrives they we're about half done with the movie. The following conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: "Isaac, it's bedtime."&lt;br /&gt;Isaac: "But I want to see them make babies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tonight while the kids were taking their bath, together, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt; decided to poop in the tub, Isaac freaks out appropriately, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;evacuate&lt;/span&gt; the tub,  and start the cleaning up process. While I'm waiting for the water to drain Isaac says something about "I thought it was a toy." So I ask him "Did you touch the poop?" and he says VERY excitedly, "NO! But it was closely near me!"&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/689342886136662388-3232317204775892144?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/3232317204775892144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/01/funny-isaac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3232317204775892144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3232317204775892144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2011/01/funny-isaac.html' title='Funny Isaac'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-8126765264407133484</id><published>2010-12-15T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:16:28.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 3 Reasons I'm Afraid...</title><content type='html'>Lorelai does certain things that as an almost 2 year old are cute, but as a teenager would be terrifying. This leads me to this post on the top 3 reasons I'm afraid for when Lorelai becomes a teenager.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. She yells "PARTY!" pretty regularly. Sure, she's talking about a tea party right now, but in 15 years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. One morning at breakfast Aaron was offering the kids "mock" mimosa's and she very quickly grabbed onto that word and started yelling, "MIMOSA!" Again, sure, at 2 it's cute, but in 15+ years and she's yelling "BEER!"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She really enjoys getting on table tops and dancing while singing...need I say more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could only think of three reasons right now, but I'm quite certain there will be more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-8126765264407133484?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/8126765264407133484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/12/top-3-reasons-im-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8126765264407133484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8126765264407133484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/12/top-3-reasons-im-afraid.html' title='Top 3 Reasons I&apos;m Afraid...'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-2678434642666242087</id><published>2010-11-30T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:25:30.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tablecloths and Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This evening while we were sitting in the living room, Lorelai wanted me to spread out a blanket on the ottoman, she then handed me her "blankie" and after much chatter, was finally able to convey to me that she wanted to me do the same with it. She then turns around and says, "Where's my party?!" She wanted to have a tea party and she had wanted me to put the "tablecloth" down on the table!  I do believe she has a little bit of Hoenshell in her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-2678434642666242087?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/2678434642666242087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/11/tablecloths-and-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/2678434642666242087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/2678434642666242087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/11/tablecloths-and-tea.html' title='Tablecloths and Tea'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-1227058699301896739</id><published>2010-11-15T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:01:00.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses for a 3 Year Old</title><content type='html'>Today in the car Isaac found one of his toy die cast cars, he was very excited and wanted to know what kind of car it was. Typically, the Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars say on the bottom of the car what type it is, so I take the car, turn it over and look. This must have been a "off brand" car because it did not say, so I told Isaac, "I'm sorry buddy, but it doesn't say." The whole way home he starring at the bottom of the car and saying, "Hmm, hmmm, hmmm" and then I hear him say, "I just can't see it, I'll have to get my glasses when we get home to read it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-1227058699301896739?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/1227058699301896739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/11/glasses-for-3-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/1227058699301896739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/1227058699301896739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/11/glasses-for-3-year-old.html' title='Glasses for a 3 Year Old'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-8001270986218270410</id><published>2010-11-14T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:28:45.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner?</title><content type='html'>Tonight, around 5:00pm Isaac comes up the stairs at Marcie and Brian's and says, "Mom, do you want to come downstairs?" and I say, "Why?" and he says,"To make dinner!" and I tell him Oma is making dinner to which he replies, "No, she's just sitting looking at the computer!" He was a little worried about where his dinner was going to come from, not realizing that there was a roast in the oven. It was very cute though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-8001270986218270410?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/8001270986218270410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/11/dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8001270986218270410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8001270986218270410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/11/dinner.html' title='Dinner?'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-4214255144448452928</id><published>2010-10-14T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:16:55.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Weeks and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TLfS1sjt5OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fyc7uo4CxRo/s1600/25weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TLfS1sjt5OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fyc7uo4CxRo/s320/25weeks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528118887556441314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am beginning to fear that this child will come out KNOWING that his mom and dad didn't takes pictures of him in the belly every four weeks! Seriously! I realize this is ridiculous, but I still can't help thinking it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now 25 weeks, although I must admit the only reason I know that is because my midwife gave me a sheet as a "quick reference" to see how far along I am. The little baby is moving and grooving and I often feel feet and arms right around my belly button, I've got to say that's one of my favorite things about pregnancy. So far, no heartburn (knock on something!) which for me, makes me think this baby is a boy- I had no heartburn with Isaac; of course, it more likely means the baby is going to be bald, which makes me HOPE it's a boy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now currently homeless, and seeing as how this baby was supposed to be born at home, &lt;i&gt;would &lt;/i&gt;have presented a minor problem if my mom wasn't SO excited for us to have the baby at her house. I'm not quite sure how that will play out yet- mostly hoping my labor is long enough to get to my mom's house- but I'm sure it will all work out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe I'm almost to my third trimester!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-4214255144448452928?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/4214255144448452928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/10/25-weeks-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/4214255144448452928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/4214255144448452928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/10/25-weeks-and-counting.html' title='25 Weeks and Counting...'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TLfS1sjt5OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fyc7uo4CxRo/s72-c/25weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-6065331041371498270</id><published>2010-10-04T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:39:34.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreams of a Little Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Isaac found a booklet full of everything Thomas the Tank Engine and has barely put it down long enough to sleep. And literally, I mean, he's been sleeping with it, evidence of which is below. When I went into our room tonight, this is how I found him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TKq5o1YGUUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z4DijrihqtM/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TKq5o1YGUUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z4DijrihqtM/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524432004097397058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-6065331041371498270?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/6065331041371498270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/10/dreams-of-little-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6065331041371498270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6065331041371498270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/10/dreams-of-little-boy.html' title='The Dreams of a Little Boy'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TKq5o1YGUUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z4DijrihqtM/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-4570169780163339529</id><published>2010-09-27T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:51:24.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I had baked a bone-in ham last week for split pea soup and the following is the recipe I used in an effort to use some of the leftover ham. The recipe actually calls for a ham steak cut into pieces, but obviously whatever ham you have will work fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ham, Potato and Cheddar Cheese Gratin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2 cups water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1 ham steak, 1.5lbs, trim of fat and cut into 1-1 1/2 inch squares. &lt;i&gt;(again, I just used leftover ham)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3.5lbs baking potatoes, peeled and cut into thin slices &lt;i&gt;(I used red potatoes &amp;amp; left the skins on)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3 cups milk &lt;i&gt;(I used 1.5 cups non-fat milk and 1.5 cups whole)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1/4 cup unsalted butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;6 tablespoons all purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1/2lb extra sharp cheddar cheese, shredded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1/2lb smoked cheddar cheese, shredded &lt;/span&gt;(I just used all sharp cheese since I was too cheap to buy the smoked)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2 tablespoons dijon mustard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In a saucepan over high heat, bring the water to a boil. Add the ham and simmer for 30 seconds. Remove from the heat and drain well. Set aside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oil a 9x13 baking dish. Distribute one-fourth of the potatoes evenly over the botton of the prepared dish. Distribute one-third of the ham evenly over the potatoes. Top with half of the remaining potatoes and then all of the remaining ham. Top with all the remaining potatoes, laying the slices attractively &lt;i&gt;(haha!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees &lt;i&gt;(I did 400 degrees cause I was in a hurry.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pour the milk into a saucepan and place over medium heat, warm until small bubbles appear at the edges of the pan. Remove from heat. &lt;i&gt;(I heated my milk in the microwave for 4 minutes).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In another saucepan over medium heat, melt the butter. Stir in the flour and cook, stirring constantly, for 2 minutes. (Do not brown.) Gradually stir in the hot milk and cook, stirring, until the mixture thickens, 4-5 minutes. Remove from the heat. Stir in the cheeses, mustard, cayenne pepper. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Return the pan to low heat and stir just until the cheese melts, 1-2 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pour the cheese sauce evenly over the potatoes and ham. Bake uncovered, until the potatoes can be easily pierced with a fork and the top is golden brown, about 1 hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh this is SO yummy- we were licking the bowl! Enjoy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/689342886136662388-4570169780163339529?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/4570169780163339529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/09/oh-yummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/4570169780163339529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/4570169780163339529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/09/oh-yummy.html' title='Oh Yummy!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-9066171297277135993</id><published>2010-09-13T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T15:16:55.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We were at the church today setting up for tomorrow's MOPS meeting and when it was time to go, Lorelai got sidetracked by the playground and proceeded to climb onto this spinning thing- Isaac quickly followed her lead. Trying to get her and him to come with me, I said, "okay, mommy's leaving, bye!" and kept walking toward the car. Isaac, of course, was quickly running after to me; Lorelai, however, just started waving from the toy, "Bye mommy! Bye Isaac!" Hmmm...not exactly the reaction I was hoping for. She let me get all the way to the car, put my stuff in, and put Isaac in his seat. I then had to walk all the way back to the toy to get her off. She was seriously quite happy to be left there to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-9066171297277135993?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/9066171297277135993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/09/miss-independence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/9066171297277135993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/9066171297277135993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/09/miss-independence.html' title='Miss Independent'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-6024317411692737567</id><published>2010-09-12T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:44:39.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac's First Day of Preschool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Isaac had his first day of "Little Treasures Preschool" at Kennewick First Lutheran. When he woke up in the morning, he was mildly upset and asked if Baby Girl could go with him, I answered no, that only big boys like him could go. He seemed okay with this answer but I was mildly concerned this might be the beginning of a rough morning. However, before I knew it, he was excitedly eating his oatmeal and telling Lorelai, "You can't mess around this morning, I have school." We got to the school and he went running to the doors, he walked right in, got his name tag (mom forgot the signed papers though! oops!) and then we waited in line for him to go into his class. When he got to the door of his class and the teacher took his hand, he didn't even say goodbye or give me a kiss, he was through the door and happy to be there! I received back at the end of the morning, a very happy little boy who excitedly told me about his day and that they had sang, "If You're Happy and You Know It".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TI257tVWz8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ogt8s4S9tnU/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TI257tVWz8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ogt8s4S9tnU/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516269554031316930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TI257TYS55I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uREvzxpVcdc/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TI256IItvuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8AZQKK47RaY/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516269526866312930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&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/689342886136662388-6024317411692737567?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/6024317411692737567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/09/isaacs-first-day-of-preschool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6024317411692737567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6024317411692737567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/09/isaacs-first-day-of-preschool.html' title='Isaac&apos;s First Day of Preschool!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TI257tVWz8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ogt8s4S9tnU/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-7289190069188849265</id><published>2010-09-08T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T16:15:23.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why I keep giving her yogurt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh yeah, it's because I get faces like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TIgYyrAwoII/AAAAAAAAAFI/g_H4gfI1zVI/s320/005.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514685002533609602" /&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/689342886136662388-7289190069188849265?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/7289190069188849265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/09/i-dont-know-why-i-keep-giving-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/7289190069188849265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/7289190069188849265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/09/i-dont-know-why-i-keep-giving-her.html' title='I don&apos;t know why I keep giving her yogurt...'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/TIgYyrAwoII/AAAAAAAAAFI/g_H4gfI1zVI/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-1132052851827820075</id><published>2010-08-26T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:27:30.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Baby Baumann #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So the Baumann's are adding a new member to the family, sometime around the end of January/beginning of February. We're pretty excited about this, although I won't lie, some days I think, "What were we thinking!?!?!" Mostly we were thinking "We make cute kids, let's help populate the world with cute kids!" But that's besides the point. I finally took my first "belly" picture on Wednesday night (17weeks, 4 days, fully clothed since after Isaac no one wants to see my bare skin!), I was relieved to see I'm not as big as I feel when I look down! :) Isaac also felt like he wanted to be in the picture, which I felt made the picture SO much cuter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/THc6wKrlRnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XkdzkMmwCPE/s320/17wk4dy.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509937268286375538" /&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/689342886136662388-1132052851827820075?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/1132052851827820075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/08/baby-baumann-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/1132052851827820075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/1132052851827820075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/08/baby-baumann-3.html' title='Baby Baumann #3'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/THc6wKrlRnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XkdzkMmwCPE/s72-c/17wk4dy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-1794919600627433780</id><published>2010-08-26T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:27:57.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>She's All That!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/THbZCx18eBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kw4WrJ-cztQ/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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The calendar said salmon but we ran out of propane, I knew I didn't want broiled salmon, so that was off the table. Friday's dinner was suppose to be a calzone- flavor yet to be determined- so I decided to skip ahead to that. The following is the concoction I worked up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broccoli Chicken Calzone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1 pizza crust from Winco (their fresh dough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1 jar alfredo sauce (1/2 is only necessary, I used leftover from the fridge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1 chicken breast cut into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;About 1 cup of chopped broccoli, perhaps more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Italian blend cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sharp Cheddar- although any cheddar would work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cook chicken in a little olive oil and seasoning salt (I used Tastefully Simple), once cooked, add chopped broccoli and a little garlic (I used Tastefully Simple Garlic Garlic). Cook until broccoli is tender, take off heat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Roll out pizza dough- roll it thin, it puffs up in the oven. Spread about 1/2 cups alfredo sauce, or more, depending on your taste, in center of dough. Spread chicken mixture on top of sauce, sprinkle cheese on top (to your taste), fold dough over and roll the edges over. Put in oven preheated to 350, and bake for 20-30 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's tasty!! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-8738977264228625177?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/8738977264228625177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/08/yummy-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8738977264228625177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8738977264228625177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/08/yummy-dinner.html' title='Yummy Dinner!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-8295360790834238861</id><published>2010-01-11T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:27:12.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They love the bath!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-19c26cc86bb87bdd" 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://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19c26cc86bb87bdd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330370982%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4ACDEF8E59C4746B2D02366FC1D24C73208EC67A.EB546A3D2A512BC825AC657C352D85D159F138E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19c26cc86bb87bdd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHInbSH6vLB719rvnjmKWJwizyjs&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://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19c26cc86bb87bdd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330370982%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4ACDEF8E59C4746B2D02366FC1D24C73208EC67A.EB546A3D2A512BC825AC657C352D85D159F138E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19c26cc86bb87bdd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHInbSH6vLB719rvnjmKWJwizyjs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-8295360790834238861?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/8295360790834238861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/01/they-love-baths_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8295360790834238861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8295360790834238861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/01/they-love-baths_11.html' title='They love the bath!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-3184434207833791620</id><published>2010-01-03T22:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:34:47.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Stole The Cookie From The Cookie Jar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/S0GLqLOqh-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dWLnK8DPxA8/s1600-h/January+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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When Lorelai is doing something he deems wrong, he is not bashful about correcting her and saying, "If you do that again, you're going to sit in time out!" The other night he was also informing her to not do something because she new better. I wonder where he's hearing such things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-4436646537869892984?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/4436646537869892984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/01/mr-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/4436646537869892984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/4436646537869892984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/01/mr-mom.html' title='Mr. Mom'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-3015496716502223583</id><published>2010-01-03T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:28:14.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeehaw!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Isaac got new underwear (boxer briefs) and new boots at the store today! He was so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/S0GBo-tq4mI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oImSf3XfsQQ/s1600-h/January+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/S0GBo-tq4mI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oImSf3XfsQQ/s1600-h/January+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/S0GBo-tq4mI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oImSf3XfsQQ/s320/January+036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422757967360090722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-3015496716502223583?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/3015496716502223583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/01/yipee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3015496716502223583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3015496716502223583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2010/01/yipee.html' title='Yeehaw!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/S0GBo-tq4mI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oImSf3XfsQQ/s72-c/January+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-652487207816335512</id><published>2009-12-11T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:11:01.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We have created a monster in Isaac by giving him chocolate milk in the morning. He seriously wakes up at 6:30am and says, "I want chocolate milk!" To which he's usually told to go back to sleep, but gee, I wonder what he dreams about! This morning he made this declaration but unfortunately we are out of chocolate syrup. I decided to improvise by making him hot chocolate (very mild chocolate). As he's guzzling down the warm chocolate milk, he takes a break and says, "Oh, I like this milk." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-652487207816335512?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/652487207816335512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/12/hot-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/652487207816335512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/652487207816335512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/12/hot-chocolate.html' title='Hot Chocolate'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-1755137196774764674</id><published>2009-11-08T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:08:04.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn Streak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Last night Isaac was put in time out for taking a toy away from Lorelai and after time-out was completed he needed to apologize. When I finish telling him this he tells me, "I can't do that..." and repeats this phrase multiple times over the next 20 minutes while we sit on the kitchen floor, me waiting for him to apologize, him saying "I can't do that." Where do you think this stubborn streak comes from!!?!&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/689342886136662388-1755137196774764674?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/1755137196774764674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/11/stubborn-streak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/1755137196774764674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/1755137196774764674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/11/stubborn-streak.html' title='Stubborn Streak...'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-8504327973205313102</id><published>2009-10-11T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:09:30.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and his girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/StK5_kP5kOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JIeRD-yhmAc/s1600-h/September2009+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/StK5_kP5kOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JIeRD-yhmAc/s320/September2009+185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391576205629165794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-8504327973205313102?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/8504327973205313102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/10/daddy-and-his-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8504327973205313102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8504327973205313102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/10/daddy-and-his-girl.html' title='Daddy and his girl'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/StK5_kP5kOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JIeRD-yhmAc/s72-c/September2009+185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-8208951216820029734</id><published>2009-10-11T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:04:09.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you marry me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps this is how he'll propose someday (he did this on his own)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/StK4nW342sI/AAAAAAAAADw/4i5n-dRrBpU/s1600-h/August2009+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/StK4nW342sI/AAAAAAAAADw/4i5n-dRrBpU/s320/August2009+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391574690210306754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-8208951216820029734?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/8208951216820029734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/10/will-you-marry-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8208951216820029734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8208951216820029734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/10/will-you-marry-me.html' title='Will you marry me?'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/StK4nW342sI/AAAAAAAAADw/4i5n-dRrBpU/s72-c/August2009+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-8767104985251474056</id><published>2009-10-11T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:07:36.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight Cars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other night before bedtime, Isaac was in our room playing with his cars on our bed. When it was time for him to be done, he didn't want to lea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ve his cars, so I said, "But Isaac, your cars are tired too." and Aaron  proceeded to drive a car a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;round and have it putter out, then I took the car, turned it on it's side and made the snoring sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Isaac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; like the look of that because he then started making the snoring sound and turning all the cars o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eir sid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e. After I put him in bed, this is how the side of our bed looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/StK5VYalCJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/csh6or02vA0/s1600-h/September2009+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/StK5VYalCJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/csh6or02vA0/s320/September2009+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391575480898226322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-8767104985251474056?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/8767104985251474056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/10/goodnight-cars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8767104985251474056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8767104985251474056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/10/goodnight-cars.html' title='Goodnight Cars...'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/StK5VYalCJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/csh6or02vA0/s72-c/September2009+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-3234746837781631743</id><published>2009-10-04T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:25:02.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Parrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning before church we went up to Fred Meyer to get a couple things, one of them being a coat for Lorelai. As we walked back to the childrens department we had to pass the mens department and Aaron was admiring a fleece jacket; I said to Aaron "you have the same thing at home"...discussion ensued....we walked on. As we were walking back out of the department, Aaron once again stops at the jacket and this time says to Isaac, "Don't you think this would look good on me?" To which Isaac says, "Daddy, you have the same thing at home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-3234746837781631743?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/3234746837781631743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/10/little-parrots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3234746837781631743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3234746837781631743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/10/little-parrots.html' title='Little Parrot'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-2610986776162726576</id><published>2009-09-29T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:12:15.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Movie Quotes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A little something he learned from "Madagascar"! I hadn't realized till now how much his speech clarity improved since having his tubes put in- I think it's pretty significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dcf3bcbf8c394758" 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://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddcf3bcbf8c394758%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330370982%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41A0B0191A254567C6E322B38C06E6B62B6BFB78.5603586FC873688E32D57F6532F2820DCA5319DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddcf3bcbf8c394758%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRPfYFtl9zc5qKRzEvgJ-pab5Y0c&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://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddcf3bcbf8c394758%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330370982%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41A0B0191A254567C6E322B38C06E6B62B6BFB78.5603586FC873688E32D57F6532F2820DCA5319DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddcf3bcbf8c394758%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRPfYFtl9zc5qKRzEvgJ-pab5Y0c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-2610986776162726576?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/2610986776162726576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/09/swim-fun-with-dad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/2610986776162726576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/2610986776162726576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/09/swim-fun-with-dad.html' title='Movie Quotes!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-7867345071238385755</id><published>2009-08-28T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:28:17.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other day I was in the kitchen, Lorelai was with me in her exersaucer, and Isaac was in our room playing with his cars on our bed- a favorite spot. Lorelai had a bottle of water in the exersaucer and at one point dropped it over the side; before I had a chance to bend down and pick it up, I hear a little boy yell "I'LL GET IT!" He came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; into the kitchen, gave the bottle back to Lorelai and ran back to our room. What a helper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-7867345071238385755?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/7867345071238385755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/08/my-little-helper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/7867345071238385755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/7867345071238385755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/08/my-little-helper.html' title='My Little Helper'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-7440968128050029729</id><published>2009-07-16T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:12:35.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Jump and Jive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;About 1 year before Aaron and I had Isaac we were taking swing dance lessons and through that became a part of a swing team. Not because we (okay, me) were particularly good but because there was only a small group of young people she had to choose from to be part of the team. We practiced and practiced and that fall we performed our routine at a party of some sort (that information has since left my mind). Tonight while cleaning through some cds I found some that were unmarked and decided to take a look at what was on them. Boy am I glad I did! The pearl below was on one of those cd's! Aaron and I are pretty much in front of the camera the entire time.- Melissa is also in there but I think she's farther away from the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-66838e46a527917d" 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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66838e46a527917d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330370982%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FCD2D0B775C311E935A1C3A20792B51BD1F5637.81E2A3DDC5333AA7CBC10B6216EF0064BCDFD2C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66838e46a527917d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmZUALpTI9S1V_DPSZWRif1c2oXo&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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66838e46a527917d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330370982%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FCD2D0B775C311E935A1C3A20792B51BD1F5637.81E2A3DDC5333AA7CBC10B6216EF0064BCDFD2C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66838e46a527917d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmZUALpTI9S1V_DPSZWRif1c2oXo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-7440968128050029729?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=66838e46a527917d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/7440968128050029729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/07/jump-and-jive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/7440968128050029729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/7440968128050029729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/07/jump-and-jive.html' title='Jump and Jive'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-4581077720187196545</id><published>2009-07-08T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:24:06.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things He Does...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's amazing the things your children pick up without you even paying attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never payed attention to the fact that Isaac much watch me change Lorelai's diaper and then lay her down for a nap. The other day however, we were all in the living room and he was sitting on the floor playing with his baby- his aunt got him a baby doll when Lorelai was born- while I held Lorelai ; after a short while he got up and went into her room. Being curious, I followed and found that he had put his baby on the changing table, grabbed one of L's diapers and was now requesting that the diaper be put on the baby. I told him okay, but we could go to the living room to do. After the baby was in her clean diaper, he picked her up, carried her again to L's room, placed the baby in the crib walked out of the room closed the door, came up to me and said "Baby's sleeping, shhhh." It was one of the cutest things he's done...that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another thing he somehow picked up, although I'm honestly not sure where this one came from- dad would like to think it came from watching him...but... Isaac was getting into one of the drawers on Aaron's side of the bathroom and came across (for lack of knowing the real name of the tool) a "wrench." I was a bit nervous when he picked it up, envisioning banging on the furniture, but I just watched him for a bit. He took the "wrench" over to his big truck and began fixing it saying, "Whsk whsk whsk" as he did. Needless to say his morning was spent "fixing" ALL of his many cars.  I wish I had this one on video as it was pretty priceless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-4581077720187196545?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/4581077720187196545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/07/things-he-does.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/4581077720187196545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/4581077720187196545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/07/things-he-does.html' title='The Things He Does...'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-6920311707592159777</id><published>2009-07-08T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:13:52.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Yummy Desserts to PAIN!</title><content type='html'>That's pain P90X style. I'm on day three of the P90X plan, not only doing workouts that are totally kicking my butt, but I'm also following a modified version of their nutrition plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my nutrition rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;No soda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had trouble drinking most of my calories in a day. Cut that out and you cut out a significant portion of my caloric intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drink Lots of Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is especially helpful for following my first rule. If I'm drinking water then I'm not drinking soda. Also, a glass of water helps to fill you up before meals so you end up eating smaller portions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Meals/Snacks a Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still not doing great about eating good breakfasts in the morning, but planning my lunches and snacks helps me from hitting the vending machine at 2:00 in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Corn Syrup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You know what they say about it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Like what? That it's made from corn, doesn't have artificial ingredients and is fine in moderation?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, more like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's linked to &lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg19526192.800-diabetes-fears-over-corn-syrup-in-soda.html"&gt;diabetes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ajcn.org/cgi/content/full/79/4/537"&gt;obesity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost half of commercially tested HFCS &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/01/26/AR2009012601831.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;contains mercury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HFCS has no nutritional value&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;High Protein/Low Carb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm not trying to avoid carbohydrates all-together, but I'm trying to make sure that the bulk of my caloric intake is in protein. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The results so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm on day 3 of P90X, so I don't think that I can credit the work outs with anything but the pain that I feel in my arms and legs. However, I started trying to eat healthy and avoid soda about 2 weeks ago. In that time frame my body weight has dropped from a high of 167 to my current weight of 154, and I don't really have a whole lot of weight to lose. I do crave carbs a lot more than I expected, but I find that my energy level has really increased. I don't find myself wearing down at 2:00 in the afternoon anymore, and I'm not tired all of the time like I used to be (something I'm sure Rachel really appreciates.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the workouts, I'm loving them! They absolutely kick my butt, but I feel accomplished afterwards. Tony Horton has an excellent way of motivating you to "Try your best and forget the rest." Throughout the videos he repeats that you probably won't be able to keep up with him just yet, but that's okay. I'm really, the type of person to beat myself up for not being able to work through an entire set of reps on an exercise, but he's done a great job to remove that roadblock and keep me focused on looking forward towards improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I encourage everyone to make the commitment to eat healthier and start a serious exercise program. Like many of you I've never been unhealthy, but I can certainly stand to be healthier.&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/689342886136662388-6920311707592159777?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/6920311707592159777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/07/from-yummy-desserts-to-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6920311707592159777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6920311707592159777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/07/from-yummy-desserts-to-pain.html' title='From Yummy Desserts to PAIN!'/><author><name>Aaron Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03137140891995961966</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-689342886136662388.post-4846584672644230647</id><published>2009-06-28T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:52:26.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I made this recipe for dessert the other night and let me tell you, it is GOOD! Aaron says it is "too rich", but I say "pshaw!" Just grab a glass of milk and enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TEXAS SHEET CAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  font-family:georgia;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="rcpdetail" id="ingredients" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Georgia, serif; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cooking spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2  teaspoons  all-purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2  cups  all-purpose flour (about 9 ounces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2  cups  granulated sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1  teaspoon  baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1  teaspoon  ground cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1/4  teaspoon  salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3/4  cup  water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1/2  cup  butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1/2  cup  unsweetened cocoa, divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1/2  cup  low-fat buttermilk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1  tablespoon  vanilla extract, divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2  large eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;6  tablespoons  butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1/3  cup  fat-free milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3  cups  powdered sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1/4  cup  chopped pecans, toasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="rcpdetail" id="preparation" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Georgia, serif; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Preheat oven to 375°.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Coat a 13 x 9-inch pan with cooking spray, and dust with 2 teaspoons flour. Set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lightly spoon 2 cups flour into dry measuring cups; level with a knife. Combine 2 cups flour and next 4 ingredients (through salt) in a large bowl, stirring well with a whisk. Combine 3/4 cup water, 1/2 cup butter, and 1/4 cup cocoa in a small saucepan; bring to a boil, stirring frequently. Add to flour mixture. Beat at medium speed with an electric mixer until well blended. Add buttermilk, 1 teaspoon vanilla, and eggs; beat well. Pour batter into the prepared pan. Bake at 375° for 22 minutes or until a wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean. Place on a wire rack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Combine 6 tablespoons butter, fat-free milk, and remaining 1/4 cup cocoa in a saucepan; bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Remove from heat. Gradually stir in powdered sugar and remaining 2 teaspoons vanilla. Spread over hot cake. Sprinkle cake with pecans. Cool completely on wire rack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/689342886136662388-4846584672644230647?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/4846584672644230647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/06/oh-yummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/4846584672644230647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/4846584672644230647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/06/oh-yummy.html' title='Oh yummy!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-8168614846918832868</id><published>2009-06-20T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:14:01.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Blue Tongue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I gave Isaac a haircut this morning and in hopes of getting him to keep still, I gave him a lollipop, blue raspberry. I sort of forgot that it would turn his tongue blue! He was totally fascinated by it when I showed him his tongue in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0Ky-ywgFI/AAAAAAAAADA/EjCp71oEjQ4/s1600-h/June+09+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0Ky-ywgFI/AAAAAAAAADA/EjCp71oEjQ4/s320/June+09+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349443803351646290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-8168614846918832868?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/8168614846918832868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/06/blue-tongue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8168614846918832868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8168614846918832868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/06/blue-tongue.html' title='Blue Tongue!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0Ky-ywgFI/AAAAAAAAADA/EjCp71oEjQ4/s72-c/June+09+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-8265211588451189395</id><published>2009-06-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:14:20.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>A Wedding Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are pictures from my friend Julie's wedding shower that was held last weekend. It was "hosted" by myself, mom and my sister but was actually held at her fiance's house (his yard is so much prettier than mine). It all came together quite beautifully! I can't wait to post pictures of the wedding which will be just beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0GrwpLVxI/AAAAAAAAACI/Q6ve2w0US4Q/s1600-h/Shower+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0GrwpLVxI/AAAAAAAAACI/Q6ve2w0US4Q/s320/Shower+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349439281247770386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0GsydZ03I/AAAAAAAAACg/vkVewhn3NJ4/s1600-h/Shower+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0GsydZ03I/AAAAAAAAACg/vkVewhn3NJ4/s320/Shower+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349439298915128178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0GsS0cn-I/AAAAAAAAACY/PJQoQmQoa7A/s1600-h/Shower+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0GsS0cn-I/AAAAAAAAACY/PJQoQmQoa7A/s320/Shower+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349439290421845986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0GsLxNXAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YPCiJHjXF7E/s1600-h/Shower+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0GsLxNXAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YPCiJHjXF7E/s320/Shower+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349439288529214466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0GtJFJYoI/AAAAAAAAACo/QeotLiUwVFo/s1600-h/Shower+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0GtJFJYoI/AAAAAAAAACo/QeotLiUwVFo/s320/Shower+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349439304987402882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0HhrVjP2I/AAAAAAAAACw/L8Dsted6da8/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0HhrVjP2I/AAAAAAAAACw/L8Dsted6da8/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349440207536209762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Bride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-8265211588451189395?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/8265211588451189395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/06/wedding-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8265211588451189395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8265211588451189395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/06/wedding-shower.html' title='A Wedding Shower'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sj0GrwpLVxI/AAAAAAAAACI/Q6ve2w0US4Q/s72-c/Shower+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-3388115056537252951</id><published>2009-06-19T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:14:37.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>The Belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just scanned all my maternity photos from Lorelai into the computer for my mom, so I thought it would be fun to post them on here. Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...the pregnant belly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hard to believe she's almost 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwpcwFQmKI/AAAAAAAAABo/2xdMXskqEf4/s1600-h/img014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwpcwFQmKI/AAAAAAAAABo/2xdMXskqEf4/s320/img014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349196031329343650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwpdGaKBGI/AAAAAAAAABw/2JvCWhmg4Ek/s1600-h/img016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwpdGaKBGI/AAAAAAAAABw/2JvCWhmg4Ek/s320/img016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349196037322572898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwpdbHLLAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/irI85WQzlL0/s1600-h/img018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwpdbHLLAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/irI85WQzlL0/s320/img018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349196042880101378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sjwpd6kaPtI/AAAAAAAAACA/v4QBRpJP0RM/s1600-h/img015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Sjwpd6kaPtI/AAAAAAAAACA/v4QBRpJP0RM/s320/img015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349196051324223186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-3388115056537252951?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/3388115056537252951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/06/belly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3388115056537252951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3388115056537252951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/06/belly.html' title='The Belly'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwpcwFQmKI/AAAAAAAAABo/2xdMXskqEf4/s72-c/img014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-6882505729584637714</id><published>2009-06-19T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:14:37.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Wheel Deals</title><content type='html'>While at the grocery store last week, on the way out Isaac spotted the Wheel Deals magazine and excitedly shouted "CARS!" so what's a mom to do? I handed him a copy of the magazine. The whole way home he sat in his seat and looked through the magazine, we got home and he wanted to look through the magazine with mom, dad got home and he wanted to look through the magazine with him.  Isaac thought he had died and gone to heaven with a magazine FULL of cars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwKuSndAwI/AAAAAAAAABg/WFuIjsK464A/s1600-h/June+09+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwKuSndAwI/AAAAAAAAABg/WFuIjsK464A/s320/June+09+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349162247796884226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-6882505729584637714?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/6882505729584637714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/06/wheel-deals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6882505729584637714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6882505729584637714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/06/wheel-deals.html' title='Wheel Deals'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwKuSndAwI/AAAAAAAAABg/WFuIjsK464A/s72-c/June+09+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-6034749482379795568</id><published>2009-06-19T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:38:13.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumm...Cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I rarely bake- cookies at least- but I had the desire to whip up some cookies this afternoon while the kiddos were napping. I have this great Mary Engelbreit's cookbook called "Mary Engelbreit's Sweet Treats Dessert Cookbook", pretty much every dessert I make comes from this book. Nothing has failed me yet! The following is the cookie recipe I used today and believe me, they are delicious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Triple Chocolate Chip Chippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 1/3 cups all purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3/4 teaspoon salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 cup unsalted butter, at room temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 cup packed light brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2/3 cup granulated sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 large eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 (3oz.) bars bittersweet chocolate, cut in 1/4 to 1/2-inch pieces (I didn't not add this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2/3 cup white chocolate chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2/3 cup milk chocolate chip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3/4 cup pecans, coursely chopped (I used ground almonds instead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Lightly grease two baking sheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda and salt. Set aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. In a large bowl, beat the butter and brown and granulated sugars with an electric mixer until light and fluffy. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Beat in the vanilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. On low speed, gradually add the flour mixture in two additions. Using a large wooden spoon, stir in the chocolates and pecans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Drop the dough by slightly rounded tablespoonfuls about 2 inches apart onto the prepared baking sheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Bake the cookies for 9 to 11 minutes, until the edges are golden brown. Let cool for 2 to 3 minutes on the baking sheets, then transfer the cookies to wire racks to cool completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yield: about 5 dozen (I only got about 3 dozen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-6034749482379795568?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/6034749482379795568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/06/yummcookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6034749482379795568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6034749482379795568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/06/yummcookies.html' title='Yumm...Cookies!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-1572925770832259755</id><published>2009-04-09T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:15:20.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Blankie Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning after Isaac had woken up and gotten his morning cuddle, he was following me around the house dragging his blankie behind him. This is not his normal behavior, he's normally just a blankie for bed kind of boy. I thought it was so cute so I went to get the camera and when I turned the corner in the kitchen this is what I found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwCtJwVBdI/AAAAAAAAABY/1Sm2Sq9GTwM/s1600-h/April+09+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwCtJwVBdI/AAAAAAAAABY/1Sm2Sq9GTwM/s320/April+09+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349153432145298898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-1572925770832259755?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/1572925770832259755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/04/blankie-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/1572925770832259755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/1572925770832259755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/04/blankie-break.html' title='Blankie Break'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SjwCtJwVBdI/AAAAAAAAABY/1Sm2Sq9GTwM/s72-c/April+09+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-1466784411666604122</id><published>2009-03-21T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:25:24.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I'm not a professional chef</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So tonight Rachel and I had Fritzy and his family over for dinner. Pretty good menu, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dijon Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Ultimate-Twice-Baked-Potatoes/Detail.aspx"&gt;Ultimate Twice Baked Potatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Double-Chocolate-Pudding-Parfait-241472"&gt;Double Chocolate Pudding Parfait&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for someone with any cullinary knowledge, this will be a pretty simple question. Which one of thes ingredients does not belong in a Double Chocolate Pudding Parfait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv3QHN45CVg/ScXKmLyKZFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GuNvZ-XkOx4/s400/sesame.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; TEXT-ALIGN: right; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 140px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv3QHN45CVg/ScXMLuip6AI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yRiPGvOb8Zw/s400/vanilla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in my defense the bottle of sesame oil that we had was the exact same size and shape as our old bottle of vanilla extract. It was also located in the same cupboard on the same shelf. However, this in no way gives me an excuse to ignore the terrible sesame oil smell as I was preparing the parfait, or, you know, the writing on the side of the bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I've learned to always taste what you're cooking. My wife relayed a story about a guy who was on the tv show Chopped and accidently put salt in a cake instead of sugar. He didn't taste the batter and the judges were very disappointed. When I tasted the cream, I asked my wife to come help me figure out what I did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: "What went in this?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Cream, sugar, cocoa and vanilla extract."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rachel notices the bottle of sesame oil on the counter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: "Is this the vanilla extract that you used?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh geez!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel was a bit disappointed that we caught the mistake. She wanted to see how polite the Fritzs could have been. "This is really good a really good chocolate sesame oil parfait!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-1466784411666604122?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/1466784411666604122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/03/this-is-why-im-not-professional-chef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/1466784411666604122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/1466784411666604122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/03/this-is-why-im-not-professional-chef.html' title='This is why I&apos;m not a professional chef'/><author><name>Aaron Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03137140891995961966</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/_Tv3QHN45CVg/ScXKmLyKZFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GuNvZ-XkOx4/s72-c/sesame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-6967928402486626345</id><published>2009-03-19T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:54:23.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>In The Background...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took these videos the other night in hopes of catching Lorelai roll over- she had previously done it 3 times. I, however, think the true jewel of the video (since she never rolls over) is what is happening in the background. Take a look! Remember, don't pay attention to Lorelai- she just lays there- watch the background. Oh, and ignore what I'm saying, I'll pretty much say anything to get that boy to giggle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-88855895a29d288b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-6828355829761931846</id><published>2009-03-19T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:15:20.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>The Smallest Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's amazing how the smallest things can capture the attention of a 19 month old. Aaron and I finally found a ceiling fan we both liked and Aaron installed it this morning. Well as soon as Isaac saw it he thought it was the neatest thing he'd ever seen. Why? I couldn't tell you-- we have a ceiling fan in our living room. For some reason though, he was enamored with the ceiling fan and insisted on sitting and watching it. If I knew this would captivate him as much as it has I would have been less picky and installed one sooner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sitting and watching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/ScMnHIo24LI/AAAAAAAAABI/upa1MP8QbRA/s1600-h/March+09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/ScMnHIo24LI/AAAAAAAAABI/upa1MP8QbRA/s320/March+09+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315134988758737074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The fan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/ScMnHEaGcdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mcPZJTeYXEM/s1600-h/March+09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/ScMnHEaGcdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mcPZJTeYXEM/s320/March+09+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315134987623100882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="labels-container"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td rowspan="2" style="width: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td rowspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="white-space: nowrap;" width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="white-space: nowrap;" width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-6828355829761931846?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/6828355829761931846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/03/smallest-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6828355829761931846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/6828355829761931846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/03/smallest-things.html' title='The Smallest Things...'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/ScMnHIo24LI/AAAAAAAAABI/upa1MP8QbRA/s72-c/March+09+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-8359981843068973108</id><published>2009-03-05T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:15:36.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>In The Fort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week Aaron figured out he could pull Isaac around on this body pillow we have; so last night Aaron was doing that with him and then realized they could get "under it" for a fort. After doing that for a little while Isaac decided he wanted to read a book. He runs over and picks out his book "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish" by Dr. Seuss and takes it to Aaron, but Aaron wasn't allowed to just read the book- he had to get under the body pillow in the "fort." This little priceless moment was thankfully captured by mom. 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Poor buddy! He laid on the couch in just a diaper for the entire afternoon on Sunday, barely ate a bite and really wasn't interested in drinking anything. Thankfully he seems to be improving, the fever peaked at 101 today but mostly hovered around 99. He's also had a continually running nose which has been accompanied with several snot bubbles and I just couldn't pass up the opportunity of catching one on "film". Can we say "POP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SazhnYZApMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BIwgA8XS0i8/s1600-h/February+09+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SazhnYZApMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BIwgA8XS0i8/s320/February+09+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308866127441470658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/689342886136662388-119910958136379063?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/119910958136379063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/03/sick-little-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/119910958136379063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/119910958136379063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/03/sick-little-boy.html' title='Sick Little Boy'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/SazhnYZApMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BIwgA8XS0i8/s72-c/February+09+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-8210865740279729845</id><published>2009-03-02T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:30:37.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally decided I'm ready to make some use of this blog I created a while ago. I'm not really sure who will be interested in what I have to say, so I guess this is more for me than anything else. Just a place to jot thoughts, stories, photo's, etc. etc. since I don't keep a journal and eventually I won't be able to remember everything. So here we go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-8210865740279729845?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.four77.com/feeds/8210865740279729845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/03/here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8210865740279729845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/8210865740279729845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/2009/03/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>Rachel Baumann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCTPKvWjskU/Say9IaLTooI/AAAAAAAAAAM/78EwLTjzwZQ/S220/IsaacandMom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689342886136662388.post-3943411911329486231</id><published>1981-01-08T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:28:50.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://four77.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-why-im-not-professional-chef.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is why I'm not a professional chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://four77.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-background.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In The Background...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://four77.blogspot.com/2009/03/smallest-things.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Smallest Things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://four77.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-week-aaron-figured-out-he-could.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In The Fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://four77.blogspot.com/2009/03/future-chef.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Future Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://four77.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-little-boy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sick Little Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://four77.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-we-go.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here We Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689342886136662388-3943411911329486231?l=blog.four77.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3943411911329486231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689342886136662388/posts/default/3943411911329486231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.four77.com/1981/01/archive.html' title='Archive'/><author><name>Aaron Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03137140891995961966</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></entry></feed>
