<?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-3694318802897272147</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:49:46.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marlane &amp; Co.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-2781204612253260553</id><published>2009-04-16T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:21:21.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising butterflies</title><content type='html'>Tyler got a butterfly habitat for Christmas, but I think I was the most fascinated watching them grow.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1NdbFepI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pq7c4yvpSO4/s1600-h/IMG_3993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1NdbFepI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pq7c4yvpSO4/s320/IMG_3993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320357777649269394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First we got the teeny, tiny catterpillars, that you could hardly see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1NFcda3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/YCr0ex4KRgk/s1600-h/IMG_3942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1NFcda3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/YCr0ex4KRgk/s320/IMG_3942.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320357771212581746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only a week and a half later, they were big and fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1Mlawy_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/mOw0jyZQHs8/s1600-h/IMG_3952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1Mlawy_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/mOw0jyZQHs8/s320/IMG_3952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320357762615528434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1Ml51CQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ENa5-uVcPZ8/s1600-h/IMG_3966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1Ml51CQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ENa5-uVcPZ8/s320/IMG_3966.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320357762745829634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shortly after that, they made their cocoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1MA7swJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RaN_JXbZcEE/s1600-h/IMG_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1MA7swJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RaN_JXbZcEE/s320/IMG_3994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320357752821563538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And shortly after that, we had these bright orange butterflies! I have never seen anything grow and change so fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-2781204612253260553?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2781204612253260553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=2781204612253260553' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2781204612253260553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2781204612253260553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/04/raising-butterflies.html' title='Raising butterflies'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW1NdbFepI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pq7c4yvpSO4/s72-c/IMG_3993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-9191669190814342979</id><published>2009-04-13T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:36:27.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NY, NY</title><content type='html'>Last fall, Russ and I took a trip to the Big Apple for a work event. It was short, but great. We stayed at Times Square, saw Hairspray, shopped, and wandered around.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4aO7CCRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ewULTEAnxL0/s1600-h/IMG_3499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4aO7CCRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ewULTEAnxL0/s320/IMG_3499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320361295629912338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We headed to the Murrow Awards where Russ accepted an award for KTAR. Sitting near us were Katie Couric, Solidad O'brien, Tim Russert's family, Lara Logan, Bob Woodruff, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4aO18s5I/AAAAAAAAAYY/_vReB5sdpbA/s1600-h/IMG_3464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4aO18s5I/AAAAAAAAAYY/_vReB5sdpbA/s320/IMG_3464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320361295608591250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh, real dessert. Why doesn't Phoenix have real desserts? It seems like we have to be in a coastal state to get this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4Zlg4SxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/i82xEZnWtYI/s1600-h/IMG_3507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4Zlg4SxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/i82xEZnWtYI/s320/IMG_3507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320361284514368274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4ZVNu_aI/AAAAAAAAAYI/AGs0j5GQUrs/s1600-h/IMG_3428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4ZVNu_aI/AAAAAAAAAYI/AGs0j5GQUrs/s320/IMG_3428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320361280139099554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The empty Duck Tour- it was fun, anyway. JJ was in NY for business, so he met us for half the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4Y7SAZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Dtl0THzdWO0/s1600-h/IMG_3445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4Y7SAZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Dtl0THzdWO0/s320/IMG_3445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320361273177696194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to see how the temple squeezed into NYC, and it did very well. I was disappointed the church above the temple was closed- I wanted to take a wander around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-9191669190814342979?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/9191669190814342979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=9191669190814342979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/9191669190814342979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/9191669190814342979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/04/ny-ny.html' title='NY, NY'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdW4aO7CCRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ewULTEAnxL0/s72-c/IMG_3499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-4164919774488514843</id><published>2009-04-07T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:07:14.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler First Baseball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4nEmPZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MMhNd1lyTbU/s1600-h/IMG_4909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4nEmPZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MMhNd1lyTbU/s200/IMG_4909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322182608764157330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4lWnSHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Cs5IokFkneU/s1600-h/IMG_5022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4lWnSHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Cs5IokFkneU/s200/IMG_5022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322182608302852210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4XMhoaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9SX7hd-BDMI/s1600-h/IMG_5038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4XMhoaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9SX7hd-BDMI/s200/IMG_5038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322182604502442402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4NaoG8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/2oX0bJR_ASg/s1600-h/IMG_4858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4NaoG8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/2oX0bJR_ASg/s200/IMG_4858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322182601877232578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-4164919774488514843?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/4164919774488514843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=4164919774488514843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4164919774488514843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4164919774488514843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/04/tyler-first-baseball-game.html' title='Tyler First Baseball Game'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/Sdww4nEmPZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MMhNd1lyTbU/s72-c/IMG_4909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-3340627855002387230</id><published>2009-04-07T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:02:04.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxC4yr-WI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_rElqmoy_24/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"&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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxC4yr-WI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_rElqmoy_24/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320353197970946402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over spring break, we met Grammy at the Scottsdale Train Park for a picnic and a couple train rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxC5_lXbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7ElOAJ0aAII/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxC5_lXbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7ElOAJ0aAII/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320353198293474738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxChP0zCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SecIdAYkui4/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxChP0zCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SecIdAYkui4/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320353191650708514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is a little blurry, but I love Camden's face at the beginning of the ride...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxCiRxEcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/g7I38zqHMvE/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxCiRxEcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/g7I38zqHMvE/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320353191927288258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the next time around, he looked like this. &lt;div&gt;While Tyler sits the carousel out, Makenna loves it. When we went to the zoo a couple days later, she could hardly look at the animals, just waiting for her next carousel ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-3340627855002387230?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3340627855002387230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=3340627855002387230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3340627855002387230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3340627855002387230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/04/train-park_07.html' title='Train Park'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWxC4yr-WI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_rElqmoy_24/s72-c/IMG_0283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-1753234891846832270</id><published>2009-04-02T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:22:24.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a quieter day</title><content type='html'>The last couple weeks have been so crazy busy!! Today has been a light schedule, and I'm TIRED! Hence the blog catching up- an excuse to sit on my couch and still feel like I'm doing something! Here is some random stuff that deserves to be posted.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWpftls3mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YiR3zKEAdj8/s1600-h/IMG_2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWpftls3mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YiR3zKEAdj8/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320344897086873186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me on some glassy Powell waters last summer. Russ threw together one of his little videos of our trip. If you are not family or Jen H., you might be pretty bored, though. For the interested, &lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/russ.hill#100200"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH9AvpHvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AvS6B1Yv5HI/s1600-h/IMG_3958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH9AvpHvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AvS6B1Yv5HI/s320/IMG_3958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237648305528562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, Camden was mad that I told him he had to take a bath, so he buried his head in the closet. I couldn't get him to come out, so I just hopped in the shower. I could hear him crying the whole time, so I just stayed in my nice, hot shower. He finally stopped crying, and I got out to find him sound asleep. I covered his legs with a blanket, and he woke up like this 2 hours later (with carpet lint embedded in his face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH89AOxyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/OZd96PzCN6c/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH89AOxyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/OZd96PzCN6c/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237647301363490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Russ and I took a quick trip to LA with the Phoenix Suns. We had a great time- stayed at the Beverly Hills Wilshire on Rodeo Dr., had dinner with the Suns' owner and coach, ate well, and went to the Lakers game. Russ made a quick video of this event, too. He was trying to be discreet with his camera, so there's a lot of video of my backside- so sorry. But if you are interested,&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/russ.hill#100212"&gt; here's the link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH8s52q5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Qk_FW-vsH6s/s1600-h/IMG_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH8s52q5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Qk_FW-vsH6s/s320/IMG_4005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237642979650450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell we like our pool a lot? I couldn't get in this nice, toasty spa with the kids this time because I am 14 weeks pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH8bbDmfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q3ExQFT9ZUo/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH8bbDmfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q3ExQFT9ZUo/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237638287071730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging in the suite at US Airways for High School Musical on Ice! Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH8UfGndI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DTYG6Vt8u0c/s1600-h/IMG_3886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVH8UfGndI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DTYG6Vt8u0c/s320/IMG_3886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237636424998354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden's hand-me-down from the next-door neighbors (who take great care of their toys!) Camden's put a LOT of miles on this already.&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/3694318802897272147-1753234891846832270?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/1753234891846832270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=1753234891846832270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/1753234891846832270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/1753234891846832270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/04/quieter-day.html' title='a quieter day'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdWpftls3mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YiR3zKEAdj8/s72-c/IMG_2746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-567597508144031405</id><published>2009-04-02T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:05:57.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildlife Zoo and Aquarium</title><content type='html'>Over spring break, we took the kids to the Wildlife Zoo and Aquarium. We had so much fun! The kids loved it, especially the aquarium. And Camden especially loved the "Diego birds" and "Baby Jaguar."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALj1WA6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/_MktfnDuKMs/s1600-h/IMG_4267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALj1WA6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/_MktfnDuKMs/s320/IMG_4267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320229102149829538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, I don't know why Tyler sat himself in the stroller- I do know that those were terrible snowcones and they were $3 each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALRsgbpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XkuVnXLxXuc/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALRsgbpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XkuVnXLxXuc/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320229097280925330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALbW0bAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dXj8EVTf0e0/s1600-h/IMG_4023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALbW0bAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dXj8EVTf0e0/s320/IMG_4023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320229099874315266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite thing about this picture is that behind Camden, you can see Tyler's one apprehensive finger dangling above the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVAK1N-G2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/BEdOcEDBONI/s1600-h/IMG_4252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVAK1N-G2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/BEdOcEDBONI/s320/IMG_4252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320229089636653922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Russ likes to put short videos together from our little pocket camera, so if you want to see more about our zoo day, you can click &lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/russ.hill#100231"&gt;here for part 1&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/russ.hill#100243"&gt;here for part 2&lt;/a&gt;. It takes a minute to load, so if you don't care what's at the park or you're not my mother, you'll probably want to pass. We did get some really great pictures of the animals, and some cute footage of the kids.&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/3694318802897272147-567597508144031405?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/567597508144031405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=567597508144031405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/567597508144031405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/567597508144031405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/04/wildlife-zoo-and-aquarium.html' title='Wildlife Zoo and Aquarium'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdVALj1WA6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/_MktfnDuKMs/s72-c/IMG_4267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-8134852400330827682</id><published>2009-04-02T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:57:20.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU7g5dEs3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6DEg0eXqO1w/s1600-h/IMG_4785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU7g5dEs3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6DEg0eXqO1w/s320/IMG_4785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320223971172725618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, Tyler finally lost one of his top front teeth. He was getting ready for church in his usual manner- EXTREMELY SLOW. So Russ went in and ripped his pj shirt off his head, which caught on his tooth, and it was out! So then it took even longer to get him ready for church...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, I forgot to take his picture, and Tues. came. We were at a friend's house on Tues., and he fell down a ramp in the backyard. Pop-out came the other front tooth! He's left with a black hole and no new teeth in sight, a slight lisp, and inability to bite into all the foods I usually put in his lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-8134852400330827682?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/8134852400330827682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=8134852400330827682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/8134852400330827682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/8134852400330827682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU7g5dEs3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6DEg0eXqO1w/s72-c/IMG_4785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-3253893741000974900</id><published>2009-04-02T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:06:41.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools Day</title><content type='html'>The morning of April 1st, we woke up with a rooster right outside our bedroom windows- crowing before 6am, just like he should.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU1XffWwAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/EEb1vBTi4Bc/s1600-h/IMG_4801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU1XffWwAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/EEb1vBTi4Bc/s320/IMG_4801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320217212514385922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came with a note attached, and we knew exactly who he came from.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU1XLJekZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GApxxt6kunY/s1600-h/IMG_4794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU1XLJekZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GApxxt6kunY/s320/IMG_4794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320217207053914514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So to show them what we thought of that rooster, we set him and his cage out in the front yard with a new sign that said, "Bulk Trash."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(We actually just wanted some attention...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because this is what we really did with that rooster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-25b6bc8ed966d4f7" 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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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=25b6bc8ed966d4f7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3253893741000974900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=3253893741000974900' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3253893741000974900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3253893741000974900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fools Day'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SdU1XffWwAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/EEb1vBTi4Bc/s72-c/IMG_4801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-1323815650096386330</id><published>2009-02-18T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:30:53.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The After Christmas Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoTe3iJWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QqjfUOes0_w/s1600-h/IMG_3911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoTe3iJWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QqjfUOes0_w/s320/IMG_3911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304229145048393058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yah- that's a banana holder. Russ is always trying to mess with the kids, but I really don't know if he knew what that was at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoTCajoUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UFK5nLI0CKE/s1600-h/IMG_3920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoTCajoUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UFK5nLI0CKE/s320/IMG_3920.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304229137410662722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoSqjdYqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TJBHilEHQAM/s1600-h/IMG_3932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoSqjdYqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TJBHilEHQAM/s320/IMG_3932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304229131005551266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh wait- that wasn't for Camden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoSZUSdNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/HFzqk1NnqKk/s1600-h/IMG_3928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoSZUSdNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/HFzqk1NnqKk/s320/IMG_3928.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304229126378517714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought we were going to Texas the day after Christmas, so we didn't ship gifts, and Russ's parents didn't ship gifts. I thought we would have a second Christmas at their place. Well, we didn't end up going to Texas. So Russ's parents sent a large package that we opened after Russ got home from work one day. It was fun to have a second Christmas! I sent their gifts late, too- I hope they got there by Valentine's Day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-1323815650096386330?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/1323815650096386330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=1323815650096386330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/1323815650096386330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/1323815650096386330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-christmas-christmas.html' title='The After Christmas Christmas'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxoTe3iJWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QqjfUOes0_w/s72-c/IMG_3911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-1513525820728192576</id><published>2009-02-18T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:54:30.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxmmbsuScI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oUIz_4MmIWU/s1600-h/IMG_3875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxmmbsuScI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oUIz_4MmIWU/s320/IMG_3875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304227271592004034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxmll41utI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1fx54WtJsm0/s1600-h/IMG_3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxmll41utI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1fx54WtJsm0/s320/IMG_3844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304227257147308754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On New Year's Eve,&lt;div&gt;in the backyard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with marshmallows and Martinelli's&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/3694318802897272147-1513525820728192576?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/1513525820728192576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=1513525820728192576' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/1513525820728192576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/1513525820728192576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxmmbsuScI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oUIz_4MmIWU/s72-c/IMG_3875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-4292534544120498227</id><published>2009-02-18T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:58:06.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Lights</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I haven't been into blogging lately. Maybe Facebook is too easy...&lt;div&gt;or maybe I'm just lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes some posts of what are now old pictures....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxk9uOE4mI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yjAEhIzf3yo/s1600-h/IMG_3821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxk9uOE4mI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yjAEhIzf3yo/s320/IMG_3821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304225472677470818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trip to the temple lights-- AFTER Christmas. And we'll do it the same way next year, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-4292534544120498227?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/4292534544120498227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=4292534544120498227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4292534544120498227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4292534544120498227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/02/temple-lights.html' title='Temple Lights'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SZxk9uOE4mI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yjAEhIzf3yo/s72-c/IMG_3821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-2346387710184886833</id><published>2009-01-13T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:42:48.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Company</title><content type='html'>Just before Christmas, our good friends, JJ and Christy, and their 4 girls came to stay with us for a couple days. The kids all piled in one room, and stayed up until the wee hours. They also set their alarm for 5am so they could get up and "talk"- I didn't know that talking was so cool at this age! I guess they couldn't get enough of each other.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BKSYZjnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RTT7V-OSxI8/s1600-h/IMG_3644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BKSYZjnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RTT7V-OSxI8/s320/IMG_3644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291027150963052146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have 4 barstools, but everyone wanted to eat breakfast together, so they just squished in!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BJx5wCVI/AAAAAAAAATw/gDWUXv9oUrc/s1600-h/IMG_3650.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BJx5wCVI/AAAAAAAAATw/gDWUXv9oUrc/s1600-h/IMG_3650.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BJx5wCVI/AAAAAAAAATw/gDWUXv9oUrc/s320/IMG_3650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291027142244567378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I went jogging early in the morning , I asked Russ to listen for the little ones. When I got back, this is how I found them- the 7 of them all squished together again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BJmedgDI/AAAAAAAAATo/EhjdJyI4PVs/s1600-h/IMG_3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BJmedgDI/AAAAAAAAATo/EhjdJyI4PVs/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291027139177316402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is how I found Russ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the end of the visit, our kids weren't so inseparable anymore. I would describe my kids as highly sleep-deprived! It's a good thing they had so much fun before they lost it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-2346387710184886833?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2346387710184886833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=2346387710184886833' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2346387710184886833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2346387710184886833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-company.html' title='Fun Company'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SW2BKSYZjnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RTT7V-OSxI8/s72-c/IMG_3644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-409473190760118476</id><published>2009-01-08T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:37:13.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Additions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWbf_524ltI/AAAAAAAAATI/sfXfwdY0_yg/s1600-h/IMG_3780.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My kids have surprised me. We've never had pets, but they are taking very good care of their new Christmas gifts--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWbf_524ltI/AAAAAAAAATI/sfXfwdY0_yg/s320/IMG_3780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289161101349000914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler's "Hermit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWbf_rs4dFI/AAAAAAAAATA/ksstZ696lGU/s1600-h/IMG_3784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWbf_rs4dFI/AAAAAAAAATA/ksstZ696lGU/s320/IMG_3784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289161097548952658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makenna's "Purple Butter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-409473190760118476?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/409473190760118476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=409473190760118476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/409473190760118476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/409473190760118476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-additions.html' title='Christmas Additions'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWbf_524ltI/AAAAAAAAATI/sfXfwdY0_yg/s72-c/IMG_3780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-5992677506134406700</id><published>2009-01-05T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:16:00.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Christmas Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWLPQNVqeoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6DwNqW1b2TY/s1600-h/IMG_3665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWLPQNVqeoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6DwNqW1b2TY/s320/IMG_3665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288016789851765378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, we let the kids pick one gift to open before they went to bed. I was very happy they chose to open gifts from each other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-5992677506134406700?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5992677506134406700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=5992677506134406700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5992677506134406700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5992677506134406700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favorite-christmas-picture.html' title='My Favorite Christmas Picture'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SWLPQNVqeoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/6DwNqW1b2TY/s72-c/IMG_3665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-3567209540487061061</id><published>2008-12-22T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:33:10.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun night with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_ch8WCiI/AAAAAAAAARo/GgNJ0mQKg4Q/s1600-h/IMG_3592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_ch8WCiI/AAAAAAAAARo/GgNJ0mQKg4Q/s320/IMG_3592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281736591123286562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have known Christine since high school. I've known Karen since shortly after birth. My best friends are the ones I've had for a long, long time. Love you guys, and so glad we got to play!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_cJkeWII/AAAAAAAAARg/MohmwddOFoo/s1600-h/IMG_3597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_cJkeWII/AAAAAAAAARg/MohmwddOFoo/s320/IMG_3597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281736584580716674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how lucky that our kids love each other, too! They spent the whole night rocking out to Rock Band. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_b8a6ZII/AAAAAAAAARY/AkAA5VnONsM/s1600-h/IMG_3601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_b8a6ZII/AAAAAAAAARY/AkAA5VnONsM/s320/IMG_3601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281736581050950786" /&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/3694318802897272147-3567209540487061061?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3567209540487061061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=3567209540487061061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3567209540487061061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3567209540487061061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-night-with-friends.html' title='Fun night with friends'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx_ch8WCiI/AAAAAAAAARo/GgNJ0mQKg4Q/s72-c/IMG_3592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-5507796914519604527</id><published>2008-12-20T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:00:02.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After dinner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBsS-AOMI/AAAAAAAAASA/MtYBuDdp33M/s1600-h/IMG_3629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBsS-AOMI/AAAAAAAAASA/MtYBuDdp33M/s320/IMG_3629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281739061004875970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBsMxgWaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yDXbSBUI7z8/s1600-h/IMG_3634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBsMxgWaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yDXbSBUI7z8/s320/IMG_3634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281739059341842850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBrkPh5zI/AAAAAAAAARw/9vC_TrwpxVk/s1600-h/IMG_3636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBrkPh5zI/AAAAAAAAARw/9vC_TrwpxVk/s320/IMG_3636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281739048461920050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday night with Grammy and Grandpa- Tyler playing Christmas songs for us, Grammy helping Makenna make a foam gingerbread house, and Grandpa playing games and puzzles. I wish we had more nights like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-5507796914519604527?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5507796914519604527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=5507796914519604527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5507796914519604527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5507796914519604527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-dinner.html' title='After dinner...'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUyBsS-AOMI/AAAAAAAAASA/MtYBuDdp33M/s72-c/IMG_3629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-8926136974368243970</id><published>2008-12-19T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:09:23.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Former Christmases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx7q7u1YPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NcJPkv_OGxg/s1600-h/P1010232.JPG"&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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx7q7u1YPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NcJPkv_OGxg/s320/P1010232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281732440517599474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Tyler spent his Christmas when he was Camden's age. Russ and I lived in Utah for 8 years. I wish I could have this snow for the week of Christmas, and then it could go away. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-8926136974368243970?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/8926136974368243970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=8926136974368243970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/8926136974368243970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/8926136974368243970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/12/december.html' title='Former Christmases'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUx7q7u1YPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NcJPkv_OGxg/s72-c/P1010232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-393334625340460513</id><published>2008-12-19T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:30:11.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUxzAEatCRI/AAAAAAAAARI/y8uzg79jfDc/s1600-h/IMG_3609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUxzAEatCRI/AAAAAAAAARI/y8uzg79jfDc/s320/IMG_3609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281722908021688594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how my kids have spent every Saturday since Thanksgiving-- The ice cream man comes while the neighborhood kids are all playing at the park. Tyler runs in to get his money. He buys himself and Makenna a watermelon pop (it even has chocolate chips in it to look like seeds.) I love the weather, but it definitely doesn't feel like Christmas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUxySf3qbVI/AAAAAAAAARA/qyMbG72KqaA/s1600-h/IMG_3640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUxySf3qbVI/AAAAAAAAARA/qyMbG72KqaA/s320/IMG_3640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281722125116927314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, this week, it felt like winter! I'm so happy the neighbors were playing in the backyard with sweatshirts because the park was too wet. It almost really feels like Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-393334625340460513?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/393334625340460513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=393334625340460513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/393334625340460513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/393334625340460513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/12/arizona-winter.html' title='Arizona winter'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUxzAEatCRI/AAAAAAAAARI/y8uzg79jfDc/s72-c/IMG_3609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-891587682119862121</id><published>2008-12-17T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:57:34.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUn0GCkWm6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NAZ286GN_Bc/s1600-h/Makenna+with+santa.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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUn0GCkWm6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NAZ286GN_Bc/s320/Makenna+with+santa.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281020422674357154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUn0Fpp9LhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LroZ-r-7e-o/s1600-h/Tyler+with+santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUn0Fpp9LhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LroZ-r-7e-o/s320/Tyler+with+santa.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281020415986970130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics are from our ward party. I can't help but laugh at how typical these pictures are of my kids. Makenna has her "I'm happy, but nervous" smile on. Tyler thinks he's too cool to actually sit on Santa's lap. And Camden is, of course, scared of Santa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-891587682119862121?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/891587682119862121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=891587682119862121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/891587682119862121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/891587682119862121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUn0GCkWm6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NAZ286GN_Bc/s72-c/Makenna+with+santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-3503577661696799868</id><published>2008-12-17T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:58:32.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makenna's b-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before Christmas is really here, I have to do a little more backtracking. Makenna turned 5 a few days after school started- yeah, like 4 months ago. That was a hard week for me, so the birthday party Makenna and I talked about never happened. And the party that did happen never got posted. So 4 months later, here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told Makenna she could take one friend to Build-A-Bear since we didn't plan a party. She had so much fun and it was the easiest planning I've ever done! And, of course, she had to have a bear cake, right? I actually made this cake all by myself! It wasn't perfect, but pretty good for me. Thanks Rachel for teaching me how to do cakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhQYHkY7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8RguTC6pSwo/s1600-h/IMG_3277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhQYHkY7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8RguTC6pSwo/s320/IMG_3277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274314678840091570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture of Makenna. She was sooo happy to get this "Tink" necklace that I paid like $2.50 for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhPwPAgSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/h9lYlTlDYmQ/s1600-h/IMG_3237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhPwPAgSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/h9lYlTlDYmQ/s320/IMG_3237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274314668133876002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makenna and Brielle both picked a pink tye-dye-ish bear-- they had to have the same one. My picky personality really wanted them to get a cute tan bear or a white bear. When they were sold on pink, I tried to tell them they had to pick pink clothes so it would match. But Makenna was totally thrilled with her pink Tinkerbell bear. Yes, I'm a little too anal about these things. The girls were perfectly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhPp8VWBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ibTNRBkidBA/s1600-h/IMG_3287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhPp8VWBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ibTNRBkidBA/s320/IMG_3287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274314666444937234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-3503577661696799868?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3503577661696799868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=3503577661696799868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3503577661696799868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3503577661696799868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/11/makennas-b-day.html' title='Makenna&apos;s b-day'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/STIhQYHkY7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8RguTC6pSwo/s72-c/IMG_3277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-7182501238557098164</id><published>2008-12-15T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:16:25.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUc5KZq8OSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Uy9yoiHaW4k/s1600-h/Graduation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUc5KZq8OSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Uy9yoiHaW4k/s320/Graduation1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280251938967664930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have felt overwhelmed by my disorganized and dirty house recently, so I've been complaining to my mom a lot. Well my mom started complaining back a little, asking me how I got to be so "anal-retentive." She said I didn't use to be like that. Then she reminded me of some of my past experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The morning of my BYU graduation, I slept through my alarm. I woke up to my roommates alarm, and her graduation was 2 and 1/2 hours after mine!  My graduation started in 15 minutes. I had borrowed Russ's car (he was my fiancee of like 1 week,) but there was no way I had time to park on campus. So I called Russ who was waiting for my family to pick him up and told him to pick me up, too.  But I told him to I was going to be so late that I said let's just forget it and go to breakfast instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When my parents picked me up, I had slick hair, no make-up, and I was wearing the clothes that were on my floor from the day before. The whole time in the car, I told my parents and Russ I wasn't going, I was too late, let's just go to breakfast. My parents dropped me off anyway, Russ shoved me out of the car, and dragged me into the Marriott Center. I was still saying let's just go to breakfast. Because of Russ's job (a news reporter,) he knew how to get around all the back halls and elevators in the Marriott Center that most of us aren't suppose to be using. So he got me where I needed to be, and I entered the main floor of the building following behind the "Z"s. I ended up sitting in a row completely by myself, and then had to try to alphabetize myself in front of the crowd as people's names were called. Shortly after that, it was my turn, my name was called, and I got my diploma. And then my parents could breathe again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After graduation, I told my parents that this was the perfect ending to my college career. This was how I made it through college. Every day, every paper, every test happened by the skin of my teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So today, I am grateful for time to improve. Somewhere between graduation and now, I decided I didn't like stressing at the last minute, I didn't like living in a dirty apartment, and I didn't like looking like a slovenly dressed, sleep-deprived college student (another story that mortified my mother.) I am grateful that I have been able to change those things over time. You may call it "anal-retentive", but I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am thankful for something else, too. I am thankful that Russ still wanted to marry me after that little episode of craziness, and that he knew I would have been sad if I'd missed my graduation. And I'm always thankful for the little perks Russ gets. He seems to always be able to get me into the back door, the front parking spot, or one of the best seats in the house. Love you Russ!&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/3694318802897272147-7182501238557098164?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/7182501238557098164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=7182501238557098164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/7182501238557098164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/7182501238557098164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-4.html' title='Thankful #4'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SUc5KZq8OSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Uy9yoiHaW4k/s72-c/Graduation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-5770386348380541153</id><published>2008-11-30T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:37:49.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful #3</title><content type='html'>Today I'm feeling thankful that my kids make me smile and laugh. Camden has snuggled with me all day today- my favorite thing ever. Makenna has covered me with blankets every time I sat down. And Tyler wanted to sit and practice a duet with me on the piano instead of playing on the computer. Tyler and Makenna are often fighting like crazy, so I soak it up when they are sweet and unknowingly funny.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNymsUOdAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cgnXWimI8gk/s1600-h/IMG_3119_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNymsUOdAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cgnXWimI8gk/s320/IMG_3119_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274685597637571586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this picture on the first day of school. One of my favorite things about Tyler and Makenna is the way they adore Camden. Camden was way loaded up with hugs and kisses on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNymQQd6fI/AAAAAAAAAMw/LInu9g0eF0E/s1600-h/IMG_3297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNymQQd6fI/AAAAAAAAAMw/LInu9g0eF0E/s320/IMG_3297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274685590105614834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spend almost the whole summer in the backyard together. I love the water, so I love that my kids love it, too. The goggles alone make me giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNyl-xQrlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K52HoGGo4kw/s1600-h/IMG_3397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNyl-xQrlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K52HoGGo4kw/s320/IMG_3397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274685585411321426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've posted before about Makenna's knack of putting creatures to bed in every spot in the house. This one, right by the front door, gave me a good laugh when I walked past it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness for all the chuckles my kids give me. They keep me sane and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-5770386348380541153?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5770386348380541153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=5770386348380541153' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5770386348380541153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5770386348380541153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-3.html' title='Thankful #3'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/STNymsUOdAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cgnXWimI8gk/s72-c/IMG_3119_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-983529271847061881</id><published>2008-11-18T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:55:10.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Today I am thankful to feel a million times better than yesterday! I am drugged up on Tylenol and Advil with no loopy side effects! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-983529271847061881?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/983529271847061881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=983529271847061881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/983529271847061881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/983529271847061881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-2.html' title='Thankful #2'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-7761528792986778003</id><published>2008-11-17T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:39:33.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the spirit of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;First, I'll tell you about the last few days for me- really yucky ones. And then I want to tell you what I'm so thankful for. If you want to skip my long story, you can skip the first paragraph and get right to the thankful part...  Still too much? Just skip to the last paragraph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;On Thursday, I finally went to my first O.B. appt., only to find out that our baby did not have a heartbeat. On Friday morning (the day I would have been 13 weeks), I had to be at the hospital at 5:30am for a D and C. On Saturday I was feeling pretty good. I did a few loads of laundry, some dishes, you know the basic stuff. Now I realize, that was all stuff I should not have done. Saturday night, I hardly slept. My body ached and on top of that, I was getting a horrible sore throat. So Sunday morning, I popped some Advil, and headed to church. Half way through church, I decided my bones were going to explode and I was way too weepy, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I left early. With my dress and jewelry still on, I curled up in my bed, and tried to sleep. By Sunday night, I was miserable and bailed on my stake meeting, even though I knew Julie was stressed about getting everything done for it. Sunday night was another sleepless night with aches and a really, insanely sore throat. So Monday morning, I sent Russ to fill my prescription- the one I was sure I wasn't going to need. So I took one percocet. I guess I don't take enough meds because this threw me into cloud land. I just wanted it to wear off because I'd rather be in pain, than feel like I was going to faint. It finally started to wear off around 6pm. Now I'm still trying to decide if I should take a half a percocet or take several Advil before I go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So right now, I am thankful for lots of people. My mom (who lucky for me, got home from Utah the night before) spent the night Thursday and got my kids off to school. Andrea watched my kids -twice, once was for the entire day. Gayla brought me dinner even though her family wasn't going to be home to eat it, and her house was crazy with scouts. Russ's co-workers sent me flowers and fruit because they like Russ, and Russ only tells them the good stuff about me. Kamesha happily took both of my carpool days, even though I already owed her. Carrie dropped off Taco Bell one afternoon and a Jamba one night even though she was sick, too. Renae dropped off some dinner on her way to Urgent care for her sinus infection. Belle dropped off warm soup because I told her I was too delirious to bring Tyler to piano. Shelly dropped off cute Thanksgiving cookies, because I told her we already had a meal coming. Amberly tried really hard to talk me into a dinner, and Angela tried to get me to accept a lunch. I'm hoping for a better day tomorrow. I'm planning to take care of my own kids and make my own dinner! (or at least reheat leftovers by myself?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I am so thankful for good friends. I am thankful for good people who look out for other people. I am thankful to have so many good people around me. I am thankful to have friends. I am seriously thankful for each one of you (unless you are a strange blog stocker that I've never met!) I feel like I have so many people around me that are always doing something nice for someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you for being so nice! I am grateful!&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/3694318802897272147-7761528792986778003?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/7761528792986778003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=7761528792986778003' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/7761528792986778003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/7761528792986778003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-spirit-of-thanksgiving.html' title='In the spirit of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-2124619888532958888</id><published>2008-11-16T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:55:11.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>Okay, so time for more backtracking to the summer. We left Camden with grammy and the rest of us headed to Lake Powell- our first time on  a houseboat. And we can't wait for a second time. The weather was perfect, the scenery was perfect, the water was glass, and we felt like we had the lake to ourselves.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYPxGHLmI/AAAAAAAAALI/3DDpkiieNBE/s1600-h/IMG_2487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYPxGHLmI/AAAAAAAAALI/3DDpkiieNBE/s320/IMG_2487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269449329412091490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makenna spent most of her time in the houseboat. She said she was afraid she was going to fall off. And she thought the speed boat went too fast. But she had fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYPOPFl-I/AAAAAAAAALA/dO46_LjOmZ8/s1600-h/IMG_2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYPOPFl-I/AAAAAAAAALA/dO46_LjOmZ8/s320/IMG_2431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269449320054495202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first toys- proving to be expensive toys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYO0GaR3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/dc3RMJjCq7Q/s1600-h/IMG_2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYO0GaR3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/dc3RMJjCq7Q/s320/IMG_2335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269449313038780274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makenna and Tyler were thrilled when a snake slithered through their castle, and a lizard used the castle's swimming pool for a little drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDI-Kvcz-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/uRgt2BJIhaw/s1600-h/IMG_2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDI-Kvcz-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/uRgt2BJIhaw/s320/IMG_2737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269432534384300002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first time behind a boat in many, many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDI92t7iCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s8SBmhLYFEg/s1600-h/IMG_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDI92t7iCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s8SBmhLYFEg/s320/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269432529009215522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Russ's first time ever behind a boat. It didn't take too long for him to get up on the wakeboard. But he was too tired to try a ski by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDI9e6pLuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1ZcEyioh3Wo/s1600-h/IMG_2450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDI9e6pLuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1ZcEyioh3Wo/s320/IMG_2450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269432522620088034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyler's favorite part of the houseboat- the water slide. He also loved riding in the boat and tubing behind it.&lt;br /&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/3694318802897272147-2124619888532958888?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2124619888532958888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=2124619888532958888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2124619888532958888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2124619888532958888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/11/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SSDYPxGHLmI/AAAAAAAAALI/3DDpkiieNBE/s72-c/IMG_2487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-5728585883574843814</id><published>2008-11-09T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:10:49.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRdoDtnQKHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/khNABRQQZtM/s1600-h/IMG_3564.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRdoDtnQKHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/khNABRQQZtM/s320/IMG_3564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266792702226212978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids were such a crack-up on Halloween. Makenna's wings were off before we ever went trick-or-treating, Tyler was dressed the same as 90% of the boys in our neighborhood, and Camden was the cutest blonde Diego possible. Camden said "trick or treat" at every house and acted like each piece of candy was the first one he got. Tyler was on a mission to get as much candy as humanly possible. At the end of the night, he was overflowing 2 gallon size ziplocs! I feel like candy's growing in my pantry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-5728585883574843814?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5728585883574843814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=5728585883574843814' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5728585883574843814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5728585883574843814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRdoDtnQKHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/khNABRQQZtM/s72-c/IMG_3564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-4857730945168449530</id><published>2008-11-09T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:14.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Trip #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZuDiwEO3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eAO7cR8Px4U/s1600-h/IMG_3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I never finished my Utah entry, and it's long overdue. So here are more reasons why our short trip to Utah was so worth it this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZuDiwEO3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eAO7cR8Px4U/s1600-h/IMG_3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZuDiwEO3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eAO7cR8Px4U/s320/IMG_3089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266517821403446130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZuDBoee6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/YoUAdax9hps/s1600-h/IMG_2973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZuDBoee6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/YoUAdax9hps/s320/IMG_2973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266517812513242018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dinner up the canyon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZslXE84BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4pMXuntm-WY/s1600-h/IMG_3048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZslXE84BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4pMXuntm-WY/s320/IMG_3048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266516203362115602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pleasant Grove fireworks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZsk3pqRrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m9SIy5wRU2c/s1600-h/IMG_3009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZsk3pqRrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m9SIy5wRU2c/s320/IMG_3009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266516194926151346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden waving to everyone at the Provo parade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZskQA25_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/d-srujWuN3c/s1600-h/CIMG3764.JPG"&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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZskQA25_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/d-srujWuN3c/s320/CIMG3764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266516184286029810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lighting our own fireworks in the front yard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZsjppmcPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QMFcEBdkCjo/s1600-h/CIMG3759.JPG"&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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZsjppmcPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QMFcEBdkCjo/s320/CIMG3759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266516173987934450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler's finally not afraid of fireworks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SITnphSrsMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JM4jn8qq8aQ/s1600-h/2008+July+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SITnphSrsMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JM4jn8qq8aQ/s320/2008+July+104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225556168154001602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more good friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221177583939683250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lc0r1QoNUWE/SHVZWX_1A7I/AAAAAAAAAhs/JSGnD0P0LYA/s400/7+peaks+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;and more good friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&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/3694318802897272147-4857730945168449530?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/4857730945168449530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=4857730945168449530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4857730945168449530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4857730945168449530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/07/utah-trip-2.html' title='Utah Trip #2'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SRZuDiwEO3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eAO7cR8Px4U/s72-c/IMG_3089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-9135190133991353481</id><published>2008-10-08T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:12:07.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SO2eHuC2_YI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vFFp1r2RkPc/s1600-h/Randy202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SO2eHuC2_YI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vFFp1r2RkPc/s320/Randy202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255030195667533186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would have been my brother's 39th birthday. This picture was taken 20 years ago- it definitely doesn't seem that long ago. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up until my brother moved out of state, he gave me the same birthday gift every year. Candy bars- always wrapped up in a brown paper bag. My little brother and I have always called it "Randy Wrap." I think giving it a name makes it an acceptable form of wrapping for everyone in my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-9135190133991353481?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/9135190133991353481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=9135190133991353481' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/9135190133991353481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/9135190133991353481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/10/randys-birthday.html' title='Randy&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SO2eHuC2_YI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vFFp1r2RkPc/s72-c/Randy202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-4472086046477346174</id><published>2008-10-03T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:57:33.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My friend, Rachael, took family pictures for us. There are a lot of them, but if you are bored sometime, let me know if you think there are any "must-haves" in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hillfamilyproofs.blogspot.com/"&gt;hillfamilyproofs.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/3694318802897272147-4472086046477346174?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/4472086046477346174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=4472086046477346174' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4472086046477346174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4472086046477346174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-pics.html' title='Family Pics'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-8809491737163509413</id><published>2008-09-29T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:32:39.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack the Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SOCNtcUoeZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iMNO7SK8c1s/s1600-h/Trampoline+8-83-749234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SOCNtcUoeZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iMNO7SK8c1s/s320/Trampoline+8-83-749234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251352977350359442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad posted this picture on my brother's blog. This is an awesome picture for me (despite the OP shorts.) I grew up in southern CA, and at that time trampolines were no where to be found. So we bought this one during a trip to Utah. My parents made us all pitch in money to buy it, and then we squeezed all the parts around us in the family van. My brother's started setting it up as soon as we got back to CA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides family dinner, the trampoline was probably the place we spent the most time together. Our favorite game was "crack the egg." My brothers loved it because I was so hard to crack. I loved it because they thought I was great. Often after scouts, my brothers would come find me, so they could show all their friends how high they could get me in the air without me cracking. What could have been better than being the center of attention for a bunch of older boys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our whole neighborhood and ward spent a lot of time on our trampoline. Sometimes people we didn't know would knock on our door and ask to try it. Besides getting the wind knocked out of me and some other's broken bones, I have so many fun memories on our trampoline. And I seem to be more grateful for fun memories than I use to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-8809491737163509413?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/8809491737163509413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=8809491737163509413' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/8809491737163509413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/8809491737163509413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/09/crack-egg.html' title='Crack the Egg'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SOCNtcUoeZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iMNO7SK8c1s/s72-c/Trampoline+8-83-749234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-5099888200891430236</id><published>2008-08-09T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:44:08.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother, Randy</title><content type='html'>I can't believe school has already started and we are well into the second week.  The summer break went soo fast.  We had a really busy summer, and I have lots of things to post on my blog. However, all of our events and busy-ness, and fun, now seem so insignificant.  I have a one-track mind lately, and can't seem to get myself to think or write about anything else.  So I'm hoping that once I get this written down, I will be able to fit more than one thing in my brain and post some of the fun and happy things that have happened in our family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SKJqDOcM4rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sVNM2MDpT5I/s320/randy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233862320606470834" /&gt;I spent the last days of our summer break in Washington with my parents, my oldest brother Danny, and my youngest brother Nathan.  We were there for my older brother Randy's funeral. I could never describe how sad that experience was for us.  And I don't use the word sad because of my lack of vocabulary.  It is the word that keeps coming to my mind and coming out of my mouth.  This experience has been so deeply sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy's funeral went very smoothly.  My dad did most of the planning, and he was very pleased afterward.  We didn't know what to expect since we didn't really know anyone there except Randy's wife and son.  My dad was the only assigned speaker and then time was open to anyone who wanted to say something.  Several people got up and said very nice things about Randy.  We learned new things about his life in Washington, and people we didn't know made sure to stop and tell us something about Randy in their life.  The funeral was nice- and yet still soo sad. My brother was only 38.  The older I get, the younger I realize everyone else is.  I remember when my dad turned 40.  We took 40 black balloons to his office.  I thought he was so old.  My brother, Danny, turned 40 last year though, and I think he is so young.  In fact, my parents are in their 60's now, and I still think they are young.  38 is way too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother was always Mr. Cool.  He was sort of an 80's Fonzee.  Although, in high school, he often got into trouble and made my parents crazy. When I was growing up, I thought Randy was cool.  He played the guitar in some bands, lifted weights, had pretty girlfriends, and had Billy Idol hair.  He was a tough guy, but also spent his time at home cuddling with our fluffy cat.  As my family was going through some of Randy's things, we realized that he still had many of the same hobbies, likes, and habits at the age of 38.  He still loved his guitar, his cats (and his dog- who attended the funeral), some of his art hobbies, his collections, the same music, and he was still meticulous with his projects.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't think Randy was perfect.  He often made me mad.  He exhausted my parent's patience, yelled at me when I practiced piano (I wasn't very good,) and tried to get out of every church or family event that he could.  But I still thought he was cool, and I wanted him to be the one that drove me to church or a friend's house, and I wanted him to be around me.  When I was a freshman in high school, Randy was a freshman at FJC.  But his girlfriend, Jennifer, was a senior at my school.  I loved her and we called each other "sister."  I think I liked that Randy had to be a little closer to me since his girlfriend liked me- and she let me "come in" when Randy said "stay out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last several years, Randy has lived in Washington state in a small farming type of town where his wife is from.  It's not really a destination place.   My first visit there was for the funeral.  My brother was terrible at keeping in touch with his family.  And I am not the greatest either (unless you are my mom, who hears from me too often.)  My parents would complain that it took Randy a month to return their calls.  So I usually only talked to him when I was at my parents house.  That wasn't very often.  So in the more recent part of Randy's life, I didn't know him very well, anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned more about him while I was in Washington.  His wife opened up to us about the problems he had- we never knew the extent of his problems.  We drove to the different homes he'd lived in.  We drove by the golf course he use to play at and the homes he helped build.  We spent some time looking through Randy's wood shop that he had in his backyard.  This was his profession and his favorite hobby.  Most of this touring around was led by my parents who had visited him 2 weeks before. That was the sad part.  I wanted Randy to be the one to show me around his wood shop, and the projects he had worked on.  That's where I realized that whether Randy was good at keeping in touch or not, it was my own mistake and regret that I hadn't been there before to get the tour from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as Randy's problems, we believe the biggest contributors to his death were alcohol and prescription drugs.  He told my parents that he was sober and going to AA meetings.  What we found out later is that he went to only a couple meetings and was still drinking.  We also found that the pain medications he was getting for his kidney complications had gotten out of control.  As a family, we are so sad that we weren't aware of his addictions.  My dad said he would have put him on a plane back to Phoenix, put him in a clinic or something, and sent him back to his family in Washington after he got cleaned up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, life could be full of would-haves, should-haves, and if-I'd-only-knowns.  But we just do the best we know how because that's all we can do, and then we learn from our experiences.  I have learned a lot from this one. I'm confident that Randy never doubted being loved by his family.  That gives me some peace of mind.  I'm also confident that I'll see Randy again.  I know exactly how it will happen.  He will put one arm around me and say, "Hey little sis." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-5099888200891430236?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5099888200891430236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=5099888200891430236' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5099888200891430236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5099888200891430236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-brother-randy.html' title='My brother, Randy'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SKJqDOcM4rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sVNM2MDpT5I/s72-c/randy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-5939371711467048438</id><published>2008-07-15T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:14.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russ- you won!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHzC99BewPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zxWz5Fu-9HU/s1600-h/Russ+Hill-48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHzC99BewPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zxWz5Fu-9HU/s200/Russ+Hill-48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223264037451514098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Russ's station won a huge award (an Edward R. Murrow award for Best Continuing Coverage,) thanks in large part to, well... RUSS!  Congratulations Russ!  I'm so happy for you!!  (and for me since I get to go to New York for the award, too!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://C7A9FB3C-9338-4946-84B1-738E706A60E4/image.tiff" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-5939371711467048438?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5939371711467048438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=5939371711467048438' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5939371711467048438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5939371711467048438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/07/russ-you-won.html' title='Russ- you won!!'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHzC99BewPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zxWz5Fu-9HU/s72-c/Russ+Hill-48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-2414380477186606229</id><published>2008-07-14T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:40:10.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired dog</title><content type='html'>My grandma sent me this and it made me giggle.  I definitely feel this way sometimes...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:k6km1LDsG9wfTM:http://davidzinger.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/dog-tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:k6km1LDsG9wfTM:http://davidzinger.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/dog-tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:k6km1LDsG9wfTM:http://davidzinger.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/dog-tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:k6km1LDsG9wfTM:http://davidzinger.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/dog-tired.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard; I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; he then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall and again slept for about an hour.  This continued off and on for several weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: "I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is and ask if you are aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar: "He lives in a home with 6 children, 2 under the age of 3- he's trying to catch up on his sleep.  Can I come with him tomorrow?"&lt;/span&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/3694318802897272147-2414380477186606229?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2414380477186606229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=2414380477186606229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2414380477186606229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2414380477186606229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/07/tired-dog.html' title='Tired dog'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-1969010815624983535</id><published>2008-07-08T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:16.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Trip #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We decided on a whim to go to Utah.  We spent 2 days in the car, and only 3 days actually in Utah.  We squeezed a lot in those few days, though.  Here are some of the reasons it was worth it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPmkWKhiMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/cHDH2NV1bnE/s1600-h/CIMG3775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPmkWKhiMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/cHDH2NV1bnE/s320/CIMG3775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220769905151936706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Hanging out at my grandma's house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPmaGkcbiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HWu6nhZCe60/s1600-h/CIMG3778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPmaGkcbiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HWu6nhZCe60/s320/CIMG3778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220769729166994978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;favorite shopping destinations- Robert's and Gardner Village,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPl2n3YS4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/IxE8nOj9e1I/s1600-h/CIMG3746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPl2n3YS4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/IxE8nOj9e1I/s320/CIMG3746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220769119629495170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPl3X_3H5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/xAeC1Nzjf1Y/s1600-h/CIMG3748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPl3X_3H5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/xAeC1Nzjf1Y/s320/CIMG3748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220769132549971858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;a bbq under a shady tree with fresh corn from a stand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPk2FsC4II/AAAAAAAAAHU/C3gm5vUW2Vo/s1600-h/CIMG3740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPk2FsC4II/AAAAAAAAAHU/C3gm5vUW2Vo/s320/CIMG3740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220768010943520898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mint-chocolate Creamies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPkEtd90MI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Dd0H4WzTV7M/s1600-h/CIMG3730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPkEtd90MI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Dd0H4WzTV7M/s320/CIMG3730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220767162628427970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a trip to the alma mater,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPjpdroowI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3AjM5CKz4CM/s1600-h/CIMG3733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPjpdroowI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3AjM5CKz4CM/s320/CIMG3733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220766694534324994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and a little extra protein from the drive.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have more to post after I get my hands on Russ's camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-1969010815624983535?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/1969010815624983535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=1969010815624983535' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/1969010815624983535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/1969010815624983535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/07/utah-trip-1.html' title='Utah Trip #1'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SHPmkWKhiMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/cHDH2NV1bnE/s72-c/CIMG3775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-637128627527264337</id><published>2008-07-01T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:43:32.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you asked...</title><content type='html'>A frenulectomy-- the dentist cut a membrane that went from the middle of her upper lip and between her two front teeth.  I guess we are all born with this, but usually it breaks between the two front teeth when we are babies.  Since Makenna's didn't break, she's had a huge gap (she thinks she lost a tooth there,) and the membrane would have always acted like a little inner tube between her teeth (even if she had braces) causing her teeth to always shift a little.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Makenna's little surgery through an office window.  I winced through the whole thing.  It looked like the dentist was just going in and jabbing and hacking at her mouth with a pair of nails scissors.  I'm so glad she's healed so well!  Maybe her adult teeth will come in a little closer together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makenna had to go to the Dr. again today.  All week, she's had to tinkle about EVERY 10 SECONDS!  He diagnosed her with Pollakiuria.  Anyone heard of that one?!?  Me neither.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we go to the Dr. for Camden.  He has a heart murmur and we're headed to the pediatric cardiologist.  I'm hoping for the best.  It's been a wild summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just got back from a family vacation this last weekend.  And yesterday we decided to leave for Utah tomorrow.  It's the best place to be for the 4th!  So I'll have more to post when we get back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-637128627527264337?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/637128627527264337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=637128627527264337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/637128627527264337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/637128627527264337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-asked.html' title='you asked...'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-2486961855174060831</id><published>2008-06-18T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:17.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Makenna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SFmSgjP5ttI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pxyJ2w66uzE/s1600-h/CIMG3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SFmSgjP5ttI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pxyJ2w66uzE/s320/CIMG3695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213359131573466834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SFmSg33oVqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FLAgDCmnp3M/s1600-h/CIMG3696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SFmSg33oVqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FLAgDCmnp3M/s320/CIMG3696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213359137108809378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My poor little Makenna! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, she had a Frenulectomy done.  She was so good and confident.  She did great.  She had to be sedated, and that worked out great.  She said she was nervous, but she acted like it was no big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then yesterday, Makenna split her chin open coming down on the side of the pool.  This wasnt't the same exerience as the dentist office.  This time, she screamed and cried- loud.  I would have too.  It was really sad.  She cried for like a half hour straight.  And then when she got her shots (like 7 or 8 of them!) she belted out the screaming.  It was so sad!  Today, she's doing great, only a little sad that she's not suppose to swim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SFmShC0ohhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/L4hou3dGfrM/s1600-h/CIMG3719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SFmShC0ohhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/L4hou3dGfrM/s320/CIMG3719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213359140049028626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SFmRMDiXx4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/U9lCSU6J-rw/s1600-h/CIMG3696.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2486961855174060831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2486961855174060831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/06/poor-makenna.html' title='Poor Makenna'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SFmSgjP5ttI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pxyJ2w66uzE/s72-c/CIMG3695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-49214826539457084</id><published>2008-06-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:17.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SFXwR_OKWSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Esgrdmj4ddc/s1600-h/IMG_2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SFXwR_OKWSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Esgrdmj4ddc/s320/IMG_2114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212336335570491682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't this just a lovely picture??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you probably can't tell, I'm the one in the red.  The other 3 (Cheryl, Julie, and Carol Ann) are the other members of the stake YW presidency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our stake pioneer trek was 4 days in these dirt-filled plains.  I had a great time with these girls, and we loved watching all the youth.  It was fun to watch the youth work so hard, and then feel so proud of their accomplishments.  I seriously didn't hear a complaint until the last day when it took longer to get home than originally planned.  And, of course, they were just dying for a shower.  I know I was dying for a shower- and it took a long one to get all the dirt out of my nails!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have a stronger appreciation for the pioneers and their incredible faith now.  And I have a stronger appreciation for everyone that pulled a handcart and still smiled about it- which was everyone, I think.  I also have a new appreciation for bonnets (keeping all the wind out of my face) and aprons (my pockets held a ton and it was nice to always have something to wipe my hands on), and even my bloomers that I was really not excited about (we had to sit on the ground and you didn't have to worry about flashing anyone in your skirt!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad to be home, though.  I really despise being dirty- and aside from my new appreciations, I love my comfy clothes and cute high heels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part about coming home was my kids shoving each other to hug me.  The first thing said was Makenna anxiously asking if I got their letters.  They all wrote me a letter and then snuck it into my bag before I left.  Tyler's started with, "Have fun.  Stay alive." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The kids wanted to tell me everything they'd done while I was gone with LOTS of details.  After a little bit, though, Tyler stopped and said, "Well, tell us about the trek, mom."  I was so happy that they cared about what I was doing, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a lot of slack today at church from the men.  They couldn't believe that I'd left Russ with the kids (for 4 days) twice within a few weeks of each other.  Russ has just been a trooper about it, though.  He's never once complained.  And he loves having more time with his kids.  I love you Russ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-49214826539457084?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/49214826539457084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=49214826539457084' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/49214826539457084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/49214826539457084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/06/pioneer-trek.html' title='Pioneer Trek'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SFXwR_OKWSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Esgrdmj4ddc/s72-c/IMG_2114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-7473744882402392470</id><published>2008-06-04T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:18.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SEcpOznQy1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iIXL5OCqM10/s1600-h/CIMG3693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SEcpOznQy1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iIXL5OCqM10/s320/CIMG3693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208176828427062098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyler loves to go through the rocks in our yard and find the ones that sparkle.  He always shows me the ones that have crystals, gold, or silver.  And then he tells me how much money he thinks they are worth.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today Tyler and his friend, Jacob, decided to sell today's findings.  They set up a little table and sign in the driveway, but decided to go door-to-door.  A while later, I got a call from a friend saying that Tyler came by trying to sell her a $100 rock and a $50 rock.  She told him she didn't have that much money, but she'd give him $1 for the small rock.  He decided that was a great deal, and came home thrilled to have a dollar.  In this picture, he's holding his dollar bill and his $100 rock.  He so thoughtfully let Jacob hold the "small" rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-7473744882402392470?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/7473744882402392470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=7473744882402392470' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/7473744882402392470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/7473744882402392470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/06/rocks-for-sale.html' title='Rocks For Sale'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SEcpOznQy1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iIXL5OCqM10/s72-c/CIMG3693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-5983952800730349878</id><published>2008-06-04T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:18.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SEcmgznQy0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/flWHbk_sLtw/s1600-h/CIMG3688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SEcmgznQy0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/flWHbk_sLtw/s320/CIMG3688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208173839129824066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SEcl-DnQyzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-RM1esO67uo/s1600-h/CIMG3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SEcl-DnQyzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-RM1esO67uo/s320/CIMG3691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208173242129369906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden and Makenna have been taking lessons in our backyard.  Unfortunately, I didn't get a decent picture of Makenna- she swims all over the pool now, and jumps and dives all over.  She's so happy to be able to swim with the big kids now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camden just turned 2, and this picture is of him swimming to his teacher.  He can't go very far on his own, but he kicks, uses his arms, and can hold his breath as long as me.  He loves to jump into the pool and doesn't even care how deep he goes.  I think by the end of the summer, he'll be competing with Tyler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-5983952800730349878?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5983952800730349878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=5983952800730349878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5983952800730349878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5983952800730349878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/06/swim-lessons.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SEcmgznQy0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/flWHbk_sLtw/s72-c/CIMG3688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-638472151081711780</id><published>2008-05-28T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:19.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5QuTnQyuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sjVjpsRPAB8/s1600-h/CIMG3665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5QuTnQyuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sjVjpsRPAB8/s320/CIMG3665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205686975756028642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5QujnQyvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZNnGjoRtAG8/s1600-h/CIMG3669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5QujnQyvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZNnGjoRtAG8/s320/CIMG3669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205686980050995954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5QuznQywI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OZtiYLzF9b0/s1600-h/CIMG3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5QuznQywI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OZtiYLzF9b0/s320/CIMG3670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205686984345963266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5QvTnQyxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ivd6Jkl5f9A/s1600-h/CIMG3673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5QvTnQyxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ivd6Jkl5f9A/s320/CIMG3673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205686992935897874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5QvjnQyyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/H0NB8tkug7I/s1600-h/CIMG3678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5QvjnQyyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/H0NB8tkug7I/s320/CIMG3678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205686997230865186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was so much fun!  Did it have to end?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 girls in a cabin in CA.  We scrapbooked, ate, talked, laughed, played games, made cupcakes, painted toes, stayed up late, ate some more, and laughed some more.  It was so fun.  It was so fun and soo easy.  I'm home now.  I stayed up late last night with a sick kid.  Today, that sick kid (who I thought was all better) threw up all over Chick-Fil-A.  I left my cell phone charger at the cabin- I was tempted to hop in the car today and go back for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband stayed home from work with the kids while I was gone.  You would think he struggled to keep up with the kids.  No-not my husband.  I came home to clean bedrooms, vacuumed carpets, a new garage door opener, a ceiling fan on my patio, and a misting system in my backyard.  I keep telling him he's showing me up!  In my defense, my feet seemed to stick to my kitchen floor every few feet, the playroom looked pretty well-used, and Camden no longer had a matching pair of shoes.  I have to make myself feel better somehow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't take enough pictures- I will have to get some of the cute pictures the other girls took.  Thanks for the great time ladies!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-638472151081711780?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/638472151081711780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=638472151081711780' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/638472151081711780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/638472151081711780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-much-fun.html' title='Too Much Fun!!'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5QuTnQyuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sjVjpsRPAB8/s72-c/CIMG3665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-6676713233536331436</id><published>2008-05-28T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:19.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Present Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5BejnQyrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lUIvTUiMHRM/s1600-h/CIMG3663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5BejnQyrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lUIvTUiMHRM/s320/CIMG3663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205670212498672306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD49njnQypI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HkZhg0IRpvc/s1600-h/CIMG3661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD49njnQypI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HkZhg0IRpvc/s320/CIMG3661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205665969070983826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday was the best day- it was present day!  And it's not my birthday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel stopped by with a cake decorating package-all the great things that she had-that I wanted.  I'm so excited- I just might have to bake a cake every week just to practice with my new toys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening (just as I was rummaging through the freezer for some fattening late-night treat), my door bell rang.  There was Bekki with ooey-gooey treats!  Yummy chocolate treats with lots of chocolate chips, and they were WARM!  (They made a great breakfast, too.)  I know that Bekki treated me so great purely out of a kind giving heart.  She would never use bribery and this has nothing to do with her personal spot on my blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you girls!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-6676713233536331436?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/6676713233536331436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=6676713233536331436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/6676713233536331436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/6676713233536331436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/05/present-day.html' title='Present Day!!'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD5BejnQyrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lUIvTUiMHRM/s72-c/CIMG3663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-4817819524719461579</id><published>2008-05-28T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makenna-The Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD48RjnQyoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FdnurQnzPjw/s1600-h/CIMG3653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD48RjnQyoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FdnurQnzPjw/s320/CIMG3653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205664491602233986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD47zznQymI/AAAAAAAAADo/iQdsnqSLVkE/s1600-h/CIMG3645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD47zznQymI/AAAAAAAAADo/iQdsnqSLVkE/s320/CIMG3645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205663980501125730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Makenna was so excited to graduate from preschool.  She even said her entire part into the microphone- that's big for her!  I'm so sad to lose Ms. Tiffany as her teacher, though.  She did so many fun projects that Makenna was so proud of.  I loved the kids marching in singing You Are My Sunshine.  It was so cute, I had to hold back my tears.  I brought a couple boys with me whose parents couldn't make it.  So when it came time for the kids to give their moms a flower they made, I got to be a receiving mom 3 times- it was great!  But I was especially proud and happy to be Makenna's mom.  I love you Sweets.&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/3694318802897272147-4817819524719461579?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/4817819524719461579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=4817819524719461579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4817819524719461579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4817819524719461579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/05/makenna-graduate.html' title='Makenna-The Graduate'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SD48RjnQyoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FdnurQnzPjw/s72-c/CIMG3653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-5203678782653097470</id><published>2008-05-13T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:20.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makenna's Dance Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makenna loves going to her dance class!  Her teacher is 12, teaches in her house, and Makenna thinks she is wonderful!!  Last week, they had a performance in her garage.  Makenna is normally very shy at events like this so I was so happy to see her do her entire perfomance- and with energy.  I was even more happy to see her proud of herself.  Good job Makenna!  Thanks, Mykee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SCoASv3tbuI/AAAAAAAAADg/q-eS6n79ATQ/s1600-h/CIMG3595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SCoASv3tbuI/AAAAAAAAADg/q-eS6n79ATQ/s320/CIMG3595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199969041840434914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;A friend, the teacher, and Makenna after the performance&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/3694318802897272147-5203678782653097470?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5203678782653097470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=5203678782653097470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5203678782653097470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/5203678782653097470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/05/makennas-dance-performance.html' title='Makenna&apos;s Dance Performance'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SCoASv3tbuI/AAAAAAAAADg/q-eS6n79ATQ/s72-c/CIMG3595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-2781895632688625487</id><published>2008-05-13T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:20.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler's 7!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SCn4pv3tbsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UcacnP9HYHI/s1600-h/IMG_1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SCn4pv3tbsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UcacnP9HYHI/s320/IMG_1939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199960640884403906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe Tyler is 7!  Time goes by sooo fast!!  For his birthday, he wanted a Lego Star Wars party.  Wasn't the easiest for me to plan, but the kids seemed to have fun regardless of my planning.  The highlight of the party (at least for the boys) was this Silly String fight.  It took them a few minutes to have it and FOREVER for me to clean it up!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SCn2sf3tbrI/AAAAAAAAADI/sqH-lDYEuwY/s1600-h/IMG_1944_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SCn2sf3tbrI/AAAAAAAAADI/sqH-lDYEuwY/s1600-h/IMG_1944_2.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The cake was suppose to look like legos.  I started it at 10pm the night before the party, and finished at midnight.  Rachel totally offered to bring me some of her tools for cake decorating, but I decided I could just throw it together myself.  I only had a chocolate cake mix in my cupboard so that's what I used- with white frosting.  If you could see this picture up close, you would see all the crumbs in my frosting, and how lumpy it was.  What a mess!  Next time I will have to plan ahead!  However, I'm grateful that Tyler thought it was "so cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SCn2sf3tbrI/AAAAAAAAADI/sqH-lDYEuwY/s1600-h/IMG_1944_2.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SCn2sf3tbrI/AAAAAAAAADI/sqH-lDYEuwY/s320/IMG_1944_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199958489105788594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3694318802897272147-2781895632688625487?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2781895632688625487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=2781895632688625487' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2781895632688625487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2781895632688625487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/05/tylers-7.html' title='Tyler&apos;s 7!'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SCn4pv3tbsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UcacnP9HYHI/s72-c/IMG_1939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-4272976383302419144</id><published>2008-05-02T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:58:33.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE INVITED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I have rented a large &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrapandstay.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cabin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; in CA over Memorial Day weekend.  It's in the mountains near Lake Arrowhead.  So far, I have 9 girls going for sure, but the cabin sleeps 12!  With air mattresses, we could fit a couple more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The weather is great, you can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as much as you want, the basement is completely set up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and there will be oodles of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;chick flicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  If there are 12 people, the whole weekend is $150 per person and includes most of your food!  Call me if you are interested in leaving your kids at home for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIRL GETAWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-4272976383302419144?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/4272976383302419144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=4272976383302419144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4272976383302419144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4272976383302419144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/05/youre-invited.html' title='YOU&apos;RE INVITED!'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-4291543487351195089</id><published>2008-04-29T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:18:14.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged- and I hardly know what that means!  I just know that I was enjoying learning more about Bekki, and then my name was at the bottom!&lt;div&gt;So here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Gone on a blind date? Yes- too many to count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Skipped school? Only once- I'm sort of a rule-follower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Watched someone die?  Not really- isn't that kind of a morbid question, though?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Ever been in a car accident?  Yes- when I was pregnant with Tyler.  And, of course, the chick that hit me didn't have insurance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ever steal any traffic signs? No- I told you I was a rule-follower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Ever been on TV? I went to a Hot Air Balloon event once, and everyone at work told me they saw me on the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Been on the opposite side of the country? Yes- NY, Boston, DC, and Orlando- Fun, fun, Fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Paid for a meal with coins only? Totally- I love to get rid of my change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Made prank phone calls? Yes- feel bad about it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Favorite dessert?  Where do I begin... usually anything that involves really dark, rich chocolate- like the ganache cake my mom makes on my b-day, or the flourless cake from Gardner Village in Utah. Oh, and has anyone been to Extraordinary Desserts in San Diego??  Of course, adding peanut butter or a good mint to rich chocolate is dreamy, too.  Gotta love dark Dove chocolates, junior mints, Blue Bunny's Peanut Butter Panic, and Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Chubby Hubby!  Shall I go on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Favorite Movie? I'm a sucker for any chick-flick, even the really lame Hallmark ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Drive a 2-door or 4-door vehicle? A 4-door van, but it has 2 auto-doors!  Anyway, I pretend I'm driving my 2-door Audi TT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Written a letter to Santa Claus? Can't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Been kissed under mistletoe? Yes- long, long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Favorite Holiday? Christmas- especially since I've had kids!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Been skinny dipping outdoors? maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Any nicknames? Brothers call me Mars, Carol still calls me Marlooner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Favorite Drink? Real fresh-squeezed lemonade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Tattoo? On the rule-follower? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Body Piercings?  Just a couple in each ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is anyone still reading this??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag Sarah S.(so I can look at the grass on your blog,) Carrie Sh.('cause your blog is new,) and Jen H.(to hear about your blind date.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-4291543487351195089?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/4291543487351195089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=4291543487351195089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4291543487351195089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4291543487351195089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='TAGGED'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-2840123910358555199</id><published>2008-04-27T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:21.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camden's 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SBVWRafHCFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TLZYBXlNBH4/s1600-h/CIMG3566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SBVWRafHCFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TLZYBXlNBH4/s320/CIMG3566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194152602409306194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SBVWRqfHCGI/AAAAAAAAADA/vYG-bf7KoFc/s1600-h/CIMG3556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SBVWRqfHCGI/AAAAAAAAADA/vYG-bf7KoFc/s320/CIMG3556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194152606704273506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden turned 2 yesterday!  I know he looks like he should be turning 3, but he really is newly 2.  He was so cute and happy to have a little party with the family.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel Colby came over for hours the night before to help me decorate a cake.  Thank you Rachel!!  Camden loved it!  He said, "Car!Car! Mine." I'm so glad he had fun.  I just love him to pieces and can't stop kissing his little cheeks!  Happy birthday big guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-2840123910358555199?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2840123910358555199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=2840123910358555199' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2840123910358555199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2840123910358555199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/04/camdens-2.html' title='Camden&apos;s 2!'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SBVWRafHCFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TLZYBXlNBH4/s72-c/CIMG3566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-1286737389355061921</id><published>2008-04-22T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:21.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SA5GM6fHCEI/AAAAAAAAACw/f1-cboGNdeA/s1600-h/CIMG3527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SA5GM6fHCEI/AAAAAAAAACw/f1-cboGNdeA/s320/CIMG3527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192164608076875842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my husband was suppose to help me get the house ready for company- his family is coming today.  Well, he came home on time, but said he wasn't feeling well.  He went straight for the couch.  Then he told the kids how bad he needed a back scratch!  I made dinner (for the missionaries, too), did the dishes, folded the laundry...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This video is exactly how I feel about my husband- that I do love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I showed him this video last night- he wasn't laughing like I was.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXLHWmjA5IE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXLHWmjA5IE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-1286737389355061921?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/1286737389355061921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=1286737389355061921' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/1286737389355061921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/1286737389355061921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-cold.html' title='Man Cold'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SA5GM6fHCEI/AAAAAAAAACw/f1-cboGNdeA/s72-c/CIMG3527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-2603662948668336933</id><published>2008-04-19T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:21.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual #9 Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Renae, Heidi, Jen, Sophie, and me at Bandera's in Chicago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SArrByds8XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LCdrG62Qk5Q/s1600-h/CIMG2793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SArrByds8XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LCdrG62Qk5Q/s320/CIMG2793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191219936456667506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite events ever is my annual #9 trip.  Every year, my college roommates and I take a weekend vacation together.  The trips started in 2001 with us sleeping on the floor of one of our 2-bedroom apartments.  They've graduated to last years trip to Chicago.  We stayed right off the Magnificent Mile, did a little bit of sight-seeing, lots of eating, and oodles of shopping.  Some of my roomies have been hit and miss on our trips.  Some of us (like me) wouldn't miss the annual excursion!  Kristine missed her first trip last year since she moved to Hawaii.  Kristine- we really, really missed you!  I'm rooting for a 2009 Hawaii trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-2603662948668336933?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2603662948668336933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=2603662948668336933' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2603662948668336933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2603662948668336933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/04/annual-9-trip.html' title='Annual #9 Trip'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SArrByds8XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LCdrG62Qk5Q/s72-c/CIMG2793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-2929423618553547124</id><published>2008-04-19T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:22.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SArbRSds8VI/AAAAAAAAACA/98ZJe81jdAM/s1600-h/CIMG3463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SArbRSds8VI/AAAAAAAAACA/98ZJe81jdAM/s320/CIMG3463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191202610558595410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SArbGids8UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RANhlRLlt14/s1600-h/CIMG3457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SArbGids8UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RANhlRLlt14/s320/CIMG3457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191202425875001666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys share a room, but they do have their own beds!  Sometimes Tyler climbs into Camden's crib to read to him, make Camden happy, or to get hugs.  And sometimes, this is how I find them!  I've actually found Tyler all spread out, and Camden's face smooshed up to the slats.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makenna despises that fact that she's the only one who doesn't have someone to sleep with.  Maybe that's why she's always putting babies to bed.  This night, they were all right next to her bed if not right next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SArPgids8PI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TUJcLb4fWfc/s1600-h/CIMG3457.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SArQjCds8RI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ol51-ccfUo/s200/CIMG3460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191190820873367826" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SArPxCds8QI/AAAAAAAAABY/pEOnwEy2h4E/s200/CIMG3459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191189961879908610" /&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/3694318802897272147-2929423618553547124?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2929423618553547124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=2929423618553547124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2929423618553547124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2929423618553547124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SArbRSds8VI/AAAAAAAAACA/98ZJe81jdAM/s72-c/CIMG3463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-2620024639209222231</id><published>2008-04-17T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:22.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcUSYkcSFI/AAAAAAAAABI/E9Zpr2stGvA/s1600-h/5245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcUSYkcSFI/AAAAAAAAABI/E9Zpr2stGvA/s320/5245.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190139401633286226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of 6 nominated for best Program Directors  in the USA this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my husband on the job...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has anyone been following the ASU drama? Russ's recent article- &lt;a href="http://www.azcentral.com/arizonarepublic/opinions/articles/0417hill17.html"&gt;www.azcentral.com/arizonarepublic/opinions/articles/0417hill17.html&lt;/a&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/3694318802897272147-2620024639209222231?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2620024639209222231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=2620024639209222231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2620024639209222231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/2620024639209222231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/04/russ-again_17.html' title='Russ'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcUSYkcSFI/AAAAAAAAABI/E9Zpr2stGvA/s72-c/5245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-4532472481131831644</id><published>2008-04-17T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:22.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russ again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcUEIkcSEI/AAAAAAAAABA/tmksaQNWHzs/s1600-h/CIMG3360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcUEIkcSEI/AAAAAAAAABA/tmksaQNWHzs/s320/CIMG3360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190139156820150338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my husband at home.&lt;div&gt;I actually had someone ask me if he was a dad or a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-4532472481131831644?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/4532472481131831644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=4532472481131831644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4532472481131831644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/4532472481131831644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/04/russ-again.html' title='Russ again'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcUEIkcSEI/AAAAAAAAABA/tmksaQNWHzs/s72-c/CIMG3360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-3333861234155781298</id><published>2008-04-17T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:22.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makenna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcNJ4kcSBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2L-SL8pNQqs/s1600-h/CIMG3346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcNJ4kcSBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2L-SL8pNQqs/s320/CIMG3346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190131559023003666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a half hour in the bathroom, Makenna and her friend, Brielle, came out like this.  Their favorite thing to do at our house is dance to Hannah Montana (especially if we're playing Freeze Dance.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-3333861234155781298?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3333861234155781298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=3333861234155781298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3333861234155781298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3333861234155781298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/04/makenna.html' title='Makenna'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcNJ4kcSBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2L-SL8pNQqs/s72-c/CIMG3346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-3210448942103140533</id><published>2008-04-17T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:23.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcL5YkcSAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mFbSU3L7hwE/s1600-h/CIMG3414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcL5YkcSAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mFbSU3L7hwE/s320/CIMG3414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190130176043534338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still waiting for his two front teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-3210448942103140533?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3210448942103140533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=3210448942103140533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3210448942103140533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3210448942103140533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/04/tyler.html' title='Tyler'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcL5YkcSAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mFbSU3L7hwE/s72-c/CIMG3414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-7377389270631434099</id><published>2008-04-17T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:23.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcKmokcR_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GfoG0RW1R3M/s1600-h/CIMG3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcKmokcR_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GfoG0RW1R3M/s320/CIMG3415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190128754409359346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's a trip.  He's not quite two, and all he wants is to ride the same bikes and scooters the other kids do.  Unfortunately, he likes to ride them right on into the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-7377389270631434099?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/7377389270631434099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=7377389270631434099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/7377389270631434099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/7377389270631434099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/04/camden.html' title='Camden'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcKmokcR_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GfoG0RW1R3M/s72-c/CIMG3415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694318802897272147.post-3028374854177887741</id><published>2008-04-17T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:47:23.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London's Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcI4okcR-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/KbJ0y1wigZ0/s1600-h/CIMG3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcI4okcR-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/KbJ0y1wigZ0/s320/CIMG3454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190126864623749090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my first 10k and my second race.  I wanted to drop dead by mile 5, but I kept going and we (my friend, Carrie, and I) finished in 62 minutes.  My kids have gotten so excited about my runs- thanks guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3694318802897272147-3028374854177887741?l=marlaneandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3028374854177887741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694318802897272147&amp;postID=3028374854177887741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3028374854177887741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694318802897272147/posts/default/3028374854177887741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlaneandco.blogspot.com/2008/04/londons-run.html' title='London&apos;s Run'/><author><name>Marlane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086526997709301101</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/_P53-K1_JL9o/SAcI4okcR-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/KbJ0y1wigZ0/s72-c/CIMG3454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
