<?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-7258575553481148218</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:31:34.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Robertson Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-5979519128190492040</id><published>2011-04-03T21:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:14:30.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8SDeL0Eo_I/TZlbfRJiZEI/AAAAAAAAApI/1NlYfQfiVZ8/s1600/IMGP2113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, it's been a really nice weekend.  No commitments really, just time with the fam sitting and watching general conference.  I love &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/sessions/2011/04?lang=eng"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt;.  (If you're not familiar, it's a biannual conference held by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints that is broadcast from Salt Lake City around the world.  The speakers are prophets of the Lord Jesus Christ as well as other Church leaders.)  At first 8 hours of listening to speakers in a weekend sounds like a long haul, but the more you listen, the more time flies by and by the end, you feel so uplifted and don't want it to finish.  We watch conference over the Internet with our couch pulled in front of our computer.  The boys played with Lego's, did a little coloring, got a few backscratches, ate a few snacks but were for the most part there to listen to all the sessions.  To me, the talks seemed to generally fall into two different categories: first, very basic gospel principles such as sabbath day observance, paying tithing, strengthening faith, strengthening the family, loving and serving others, and attending the temple; second, reminders that the growth we seek, whether in our families or testimonies or for divine help or just regarding our eternal progress in general, is incremental.  I liked Elder Bednar's examples of turning a light on in a room (instant clarity) versus a sunrise (where the light grows almost imperceptibly, moment by moment).  I think I will try to remember that as I work on new goals I have made--to not expect of myself amazing progress in a short time, but also to remember that consistent small effort added up does amount to big changes.  Also Elder Ballard's example taught this--that of the prospector who found great wealth and success, not by discovering big nuggets of gold but by acquiring little flecks of it from the rock, bit by bit.  I need to remember, as the scriptures say, that "by small and simple things great things are brought to pass, and small instances in many instances doth confound the wise and bringeth about the salvation of many souls" (&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/37.6?lang=eng#5"&gt;Alma 37 in the Book of Mormon&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mz3Sfui2gbo/TZlfrLQB4CI/AAAAAAAAApo/d-SGXJ621Dw/s320/IMGP6823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591605607716216866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Orlando Temple, a little piece of heaven on earth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week, my little efforts at being better will make a difference and I should not give up on them.  It's nice to have that hope restored.  :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So having the Spirit in our home so much this weekend also led me to think about all the things I am grateful for.  First I am grateful that even though it is already beginning to be fairly hot here in Tucson, I'm grateful for the beautiful sunshine that without my directly realizing it MAKES ME FEEL GREAT!  It feels like liquid hope pouring into my heart and mind and seeping through my skin.  I'm also thankful for a house with big windows that lets in all this beautiful light.  The two big windows in my bedroom by the rocking chair I rock Graham in are wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also thankful for a husband who was already pretty darn helpful and supportive, but who has on his own really stepped things up since I had Graham.  He seeks every opportunity to let me sleep in if he can (actually has gotten in trouble a few times for letting me sleep in too long!).  He bathes and puts Henry and Wes to bed more, does more of the bedtime stories, helps with cooking, does the boys' chores with them on Saturdays, etc. all while unraveling the earth's mysteries of evolutionary biology as it pertains to bugs.  Yes, he is a pretty great husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avX0B6JPjNU/TZlfqY4k2NI/AAAAAAAAApQ/8aHH144mvXA/s320/IMGP2113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591605594196072658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entomologist by day, domestic helper extraordinaire by night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful for where we're at in life.  I don't even know how to describe where that is.  Compared to a lot of people in the US, we're not super well off.  For a family of five we don't make tons.  However, compared to quite a lot of the world's population, we are as rich as kings, and I appreciate that we live in a world now where we can have a better idea of how people live and I can see how very blessed we are, as Americans, as college educated people, as Latter-day Saints, as people with safety, jobs, family, liberty, etc.  So let's just say I think it's great that we've graduated to a great $50 craigslist entertainment center from our $15 spruced up entertainment center we had in Georgia, which was an upgrade from our cardboard box TV stand.  We have one awesome car that is still nice and reliable and serves us well.  We have a two-car garage--amazing!  We have a little, private yard, lots of floor space and closet space, we have 3 bedrooms and 2.5 bathrooms.  We have a 401(k) and great benefits.  We have a super treadmill and digital pressure cooker and great bookshelves.  We have a great iMac that has the best picture on it.  I love all these things.   It feels good to see how much the Lord has blessed us.  I love my house and the ability to take care of my family so well in it.  It's a good place to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0oJMvnstjzE/TZlfqm-WdRI/AAAAAAAAApY/31kQDav2aY8/s320/IMGP0841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591605597978391826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodbye to this little gem of an entertainment center from Georgia.  Actually, given that we only paid $15 for it, it was not too bad!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I'm thankful for the experiences in my life that have confirmed to me that my Heavenly Father is real and loves me.  There's not much in the way of discouragement, despair, difficulty, or lack of confidence that can stand in the way of knowing that the Supreme Being of the Universe made you and loves you.  I remember my mom saying once that she was always a little amazed at how confident her children were in the face of whatever it was they decided to do, ha ha, which now that I think about it was maybe a veiled attempt to tell me I was being cocky (which, OK, may have happened once or twice).  But in whatever sense it was good and that I still have that, I feel like my confidence, my ambition, my hope and any subsequent success I have comes from that belief in the nature of God, the role of His Son, Jesus Christ, and my relationship to Them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's the source of my good mood tonight after listening to conference.  No weakness in my character that currently gives myself or others grief need stay a part of my life.  There are no insurmountable hurdles when it comes to choosing and doing what is right.  I'm excited to make and live up to ambitious plans about the good I can do with my life, shaped and directed by my Creator's plan for me and His much better knowledge of what He would have me do.  Yep, it's going to be a good week.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FSWJa9C6XuY/TZlfq38MFvI/AAAAAAAAApg/KmsqoRejDfU/s320/IMGP6832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591605602532726514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who wouldn't do anything in the world for these sweet boys?  And now I've got three!&lt;/i&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/7258575553481148218-5979519128190492040?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5979519128190492040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=5979519128190492040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5979519128190492040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5979519128190492040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mz3Sfui2gbo/TZlfrLQB4CI/AAAAAAAAApo/d-SGXJ621Dw/s72-c/IMGP6823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-1942951859418341614</id><published>2011-02-27T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T01:00:37.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grahamster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are a few pictures we've taken the last few weeks of our sweet little Graham.  He'll be 4 weeks old on Tuesday.  (this is being typed one-handed by the way as I'm holding him upright in my other arm because his indigestion keeps waking him up, poor guy.  I'm currently on a strict no dairy diet to see if that is the culprit like it was for Wes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh...there's nothing better than snuggling with a sweet, peaceful newborn to take you off into your own heavenly, blissful sleep.  This happens to me far more often than James--he just never thinks to grab a camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bH36v_b41D8/TWtIORlvScI/AAAAAAAAAoY/p-PPnntBO3E/s1600/IMGP8938.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6XWhplzGbo/TWtBNfiStuI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lRJ2DJy0Nts/s1600/IMGP8917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6XWhplzGbo/TWtBNfiStuI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lRJ2DJy0Nts/s400/IMGP8917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578624263487928034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-woFM96Auk9g/TWs3NiuEEiI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ir3dAFqCHLc/s400/IMGP8832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578613269226328610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry is a very great, involved big brother.  He adores little Graham and helps a lot.  Wes is a great helper too.  When Henry began getting sick with the flu this afternoon, he asked James to give him a priesthood blessing specifically so he could get better soon and not get Graham sick.  He genuinely loves his little brother.  Wes is more shy about how to interact with a baby, but he is extremely protective of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently H has a pattern going with his bed hair.  We never noticed that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7F0MVBuWr0/TWs3NSjS0XI/AAAAAAAAAl4/DE55EnRvsJA/s400/IMGP8827.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578613264886190450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_GJhcwA1LM/TWtBNNYAo5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Uz3P1GlM6L8/s1600/IMGP8900.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_GJhcwA1LM/TWtBNNYAo5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Uz3P1GlM6L8/s1600/IMGP8900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_GJhcwA1LM/TWtBNNYAo5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Uz3P1GlM6L8/s400/IMGP8900.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578624258612962194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Chillin' in his bouncy seat--his favorite place to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jiEQR5jvhg/TWtBN8lYF-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/T9VXwappmyI/s400/IMGP8891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578624271285491682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fortunately, he likes the pacifier decently well.  Thank goodness for that!&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/-eQ8BEkDhP-A/TWs6IQiVX9I/AAAAAAAAAmY/0P-240iYQl4/s1600/IMGP8884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eQ8BEkDhP-A/TWs6IQiVX9I/AAAAAAAAAmY/0P-240iYQl4/s400/IMGP8884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578616476980830162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snoozing with his good friend, Mr. Giraffe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7s_AOrjwPA/TWs6IKzfk_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/C688Kgr9tAY/s1600/IMGP8843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7s_AOrjwPA/TWs6IKzfk_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/C688Kgr9tAY/s400/IMGP8843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578616475442189298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oJd6zz87aT0/TWs6H3f_a9I/AAAAAAAAAmI/bRms6oQ1eRQ/s1600/IMGP8837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oJd6zz87aT0/TWs6H3f_a9I/AAAAAAAAAmI/bRms6oQ1eRQ/s400/IMGP8837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578616470260116434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not a fan of sponge baths, although he likes the part where we wash his hair.  This is his classic "I'm not happy" face.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-woFM96Auk9g/TWs3NiuEEiI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ir3dAFqCHLc/s1600/IMGP8832.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khKIcKAaceQ/TWs2CdWErDI/AAAAAAAAAlw/c_i8poWsbqw/s1600/IMGP8820.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khKIcKAaceQ/TWs2CdWErDI/AAAAAAAAAlw/c_i8poWsbqw/s1600/IMGP8820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khKIcKAaceQ/TWs2CdWErDI/AAAAAAAAAlw/c_i8poWsbqw/s400/IMGP8820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578611979293338674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every once in a while he has the good fortune of finding a finger to suck on.  Here he is doing it at about 5 days old in Grandma Eyring's arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y43beXh6IEQ/TWtCn8ThB3I/AAAAAAAAAng/JMOvQB7EIX8/s400/IMGP8846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578625817398806386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;And again a week later in Grandma Robertson's arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQZhecLdCwU/TWtCodzLN9I/AAAAAAAAAnw/pXEDNz4oSWE/s1600/IMGP8851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQZhecLdCwU/TWtCodzLN9I/AAAAAAAAAnw/pXEDNz4oSWE/s400/IMGP8851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578625826389964754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVVG56nJ3Wk/TWtCoKhjymI/AAAAAAAAAno/iHFzp1eX8cQ/s1600/IMGP8847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVVG56nJ3Wk/TWtCoKhjymI/AAAAAAAAAno/iHFzp1eX8cQ/s400/IMGP8847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578625821215804002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And later on a sunny afternoon in his room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3K6vLW0z890/TWtINnBiEDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/A3d2gHFeaBo/s1600/IMGP8934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3K6vLW0z890/TWtINnBiEDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/A3d2gHFeaBo/s400/IMGP8934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578631962079399986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dYPQZUby8g/TWtCo1H0BcI/AAAAAAAAAn4/XBFyj_KxJ-s/s1600/IMGP8930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dYPQZUby8g/TWtCo1H0BcI/AAAAAAAAAn4/XBFyj_KxJ-s/s400/IMGP8930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578625832650540482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's nothing more irritating than when those hands get away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bH36v_b41D8/TWtIORlvScI/AAAAAAAAAoY/p-PPnntBO3E/s1600/IMGP8938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bH36v_b41D8/TWtIORlvScI/AAAAAAAAAoY/p-PPnntBO3E/s400/IMGP8938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578631973505550786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is hard being a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y0aK6RoMkgs/TWtIN5AhqtI/AAAAAAAAAoI/VdCFuEscQk8/s400/IMGP8940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578631966907017938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he already knows that hearing Mom's voice means help is on the way!  Aww, I love my little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AX8jWf3Mbtc/TWtIOJs3vvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/oES1jNPumnU/s1600/IMGP8943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AX8jWf3Mbtc/TWtIOJs3vvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/oES1jNPumnU/s400/IMGP8943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578631971387981554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYzC0E_ZLhE/TWtCnqJoGuI/AAAAAAAAAnY/_xhbmXJPfX0/s1600/IMGP8926.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And finally, a few pictures of the crazies.  Is Graham doomed to the same fate as his brothers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DlLpOI7wdfQ/TWtBOSntmzI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ionC7_kQ-dI/s1600/IMGP8925.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jiEQR5jvhg/TWtBN8lYF-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/T9VXwappmyI/s1600/IMGP8891.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnANZpBF5mk/TWtBNr2NIXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fzu4tBOI02I/s1600/IMGP8922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnANZpBF5mk/TWtBNr2NIXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fzu4tBOI02I/s400/IMGP8922.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578624266792673650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DlLpOI7wdfQ/TWtBOSntmzI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ionC7_kQ-dI/s400/IMGP8925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578624277200870194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYzC0E_ZLhE/TWtCnqJoGuI/AAAAAAAAAnY/_xhbmXJPfX0/s400/IMGP8926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578625812525488866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Let's hope not.&lt;/span&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/7258575553481148218-1942951859418341614?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1942951859418341614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=1942951859418341614' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/1942951859418341614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/1942951859418341614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/grahamster.html' title='The Grahamster'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6XWhplzGbo/TWtBNfiStuI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lRJ2DJy0Nts/s72-c/IMGP8917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-5757753649664188483</id><published>2010-09-12T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:37:40.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation and Other Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The happy, long-awaited day finally came on July 31st!  James became a Doctor of Philosophy in Entomology.  What a culmination to an awful lot of years of study, preparation, hard work, diligence, and sacrifice.  I was very proud of him.  He did an awesome job on his dissertation and had so many other great publications and awards and travel and great opportunities.  It was a great experience for him and we all had a lot to be proud of and celebrate that day.  Besides the actual graduation, it was a real highlight to be able to go to his dissertation defense.  He spoke for an hour on "Phylogenetic Systematics of the Cerylonid Series of Cucujoidea," and yes, the remainder of his talk would make about as much sense as that title does to most people.  He sounds like he's speaking a foreign language, though fortunately after all these years, I'm able to follow a little bit.  He just sounded amazing and gave such a great talk.  I wished all his family could've heard him because they would've been so proud.  I was so proud.  And relieved.  :)&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;Here's a faraway picture of him on the big screen being hooded by the Dean and by his advisor, Joe McHugh.  He looks happy, doesn't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2gQk0xrbI/AAAAAAAAAkk/54tQzI_PQmo/s1600/IMGP7954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2qMu5Ej8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HqnIGPsQza8/s400/IMGP7915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516252254321283010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Lots of pictures were taken, but for some reason, the handful taken with our camera aren't that hot.  But as you can see, I was pretty darn happy too.  And a little emotional at times.  Even the boys knew what a big day it was.  We were very happy to have my mom and dad there, as well as my sister Liz and her daughter, Jessica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2Z4mXUeiI/AAAAAAAAAkE/XE_toEL9bMI/s200/IMGP7933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516234316248807970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2Z5W8bJvI/AAAAAAAAAkU/cqK2iCQqwiY/s1600/IMGP7946.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/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2Z5W8bJvI/AAAAAAAAAkU/cqK2iCQqwiY/s200/IMGP7946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516234329289336562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said, my pictures weren't great.  Sorry I got one of you looking down, Floyd.  On the right is Joe McHugh, James's highly talented, capable, amazing professor.  He and his family are not just incredibly smart and accomplished, but they are also some of the kindest people we have ever known.  I don't know if it could've happened with anyone less amazing than Joe.  We owe him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2Z5JrdQKI/AAAAAAAAAkM/R-aJpa7WF-M/s200/IMGP7939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516234325728510114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;That evening we had a fun graduation party for James (thrown together at nearly the last minute) with my family and friends from work and church.  It was all about showering James with his favorite things and some unexpected gifts.  Here are his two favorite sushi rolls from his favorite restaurant, Utage, as part of the refreshments.  He deserved it and so much more after seven years of hard work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2Z5JrdQKI/AAAAAAAAAkM/R-aJpa7WF-M/s1600/IMGP7939.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2i8B8_UOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/RBIMpyEyZ8g/s200/IMGP7950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516244270798819554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James, Henry, my dad, and Joe visiting in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2gQk0xrbI/AAAAAAAAAkk/54tQzI_PQmo/s200/IMGP7954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516241325222112690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and a few of our Georgia friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2gRjSXbEI/AAAAAAAAAk0/YjnLUVil5dQ/s1600/IMGP7957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2gRjSXbEI/AAAAAAAAAk0/YjnLUVil5dQ/s200/IMGP7957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516241341989219394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2gRaQiB5I/AAAAAAAAAks/Gp9mtYHyAW0/s1600/IMGP7955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2gRaQiB5I/AAAAAAAAAks/Gp9mtYHyAW0/s200/IMGP7955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516241339565606802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2gSXpp1pI/AAAAAAAAAlE/71yiPHKInsM/s1600/IMGP7982.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Immediately following graduation, we traveled to Orlando with my family for a mini-reunion with my parents and siblings followed by a special family event.  My sister and her husband, who recently finalized their adoption of baby Jessica, were sealed together as a family in the Orlando Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;A temple is a place similar to temples you read about throughout the Old and New Testaments.  It is more sacred than a church building, and in them, special ordinances are performed through the priesthood of Jesus Christ.  Among these are the ability to bind or "seal" families to be together not just in this life but in the next as well.  It's a very wonderful feeling to know that death can not permanently separate your family.  That we will not only just hopefully all make it to heaven, but that we will still be a family and my children will always be my children and my husband will be my husband.  We will always belong together, which is what brings us our greatest happiness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was very special to be with Liz and Dave as they were sealed to this sweet little angel whom we all love so much and whom they waited so long for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2qNBmiCxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/-pl0FOeuLks/s400/IMGP7979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516252259343797010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are Henry and Wesley (and WALL-E) with my Grandma and Grandpa Bosen.  It was great to see them in Florida.  It had been such a long time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2gSXpp1pI/AAAAAAAAAlE/71yiPHKInsM/s1600/IMGP7982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2gSXpp1pI/AAAAAAAAAlE/71yiPHKInsM/s200/IMGP7982.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516241356045538962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2Z4mXUeiI/AAAAAAAAAkE/XE_toEL9bMI/s1600/IMGP7933.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2Z329W4wI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mgVG4U63kNw/s1600/IMGP7915.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-5757753649664188483?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5757753649664188483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=5757753649664188483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5757753649664188483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5757753649664188483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/graduation-and-other-events.html' title='Graduation and Other Events'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI2qMu5Ej8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/HqnIGPsQza8/s72-c/IMGP7915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-5102502300225240701</id><published>2010-09-12T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:19:49.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(158, 82, 5); font: normal normal bold 160%/normal Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, much, much, MUCH has happened since my last post, as most of you know. It has been one of the busiest seasons of our lives. Everything changed. I thought I would write a couple posts about the last few months with some pictures. Pardon the randomness of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1gTBJiAcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/mzCS3ZISNbg/s1600/IMGP7864.jpg" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1gTBJiAcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/mzCS3ZISNbg/s200/IMGP7864.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516170998440919490" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of random, here is one of Henry's great Lincoln Log creations. He definitely thinks out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1gSo9yDQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/EFcYLDj3uG8/s1600/IMGP7860.JPG" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1gSo9yDQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/EFcYLDj3uG8/s200/IMGP7860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516170991949188354" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure what to say about this one except that I was a little freaked out when Henry surprised me with his "mask." Luckily Wes didn't get too far other than one piece stuck in his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1gRj6dDEI/AAAAAAAAAjk/9yPtuUqbD1A/s1600/IMGP7572.jpg" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1gRj6dDEI/AAAAAAAAAjk/9yPtuUqbD1A/s200/IMGP7572.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516170973413182530" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry's graduation from Friendship Presbyterian Preschool. He had the best year imaginable with the sweetest teachers ever, Miss Chris and Miss Lisa. They are missed. Here he is with one of his good friends, Layla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1dvPXW6ZI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ehVGqZakKhc/s1600/IMGP7834.JPG" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1dvPXW6ZI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ehVGqZakKhc/s200/IMGP7834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516168184758462866" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 4th of July celebration consisted of going to the downtown festival in Watkinsville. I'm going to miss all those cute, old-fashioned, smalltown events. We had a great time with our friends the Francoms, minus both James and Greg. Us grad student widows have to stick together, I guess. James worked literally around the clock all through June and July, so it was always me and the boys trying to stay out of his hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1dvWD7dfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jUCp3vB5FPQ/s200/IMGP7842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516168186556020210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1duijI9HI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vGdwIuw2ltw/s1600/IMGP7770.JPG" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1duijI9HI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vGdwIuw2ltw/s1600/IMGP7770.JPG" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1duijI9HI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vGdwIuw2ltw/s200/IMGP7770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516168172728284274" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A particularly delicious pizza we made with some of the fresh basil and other produce from my awesome garden. Well, awesome until it was neglected by me and the heat wave hit. But it was a pretty great first try. We particularly enjoyed all the fresh herbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually this picture is a little ironic because what shortly ensued after the creation of the pizza was the sickest first trimester of pregnancy I've had yet. About the time of my last post (Mother's Day--nice timing) I found out our lives had yet another MAJOR change coming up. Kiddo #3! When it rains blessings, it pours. But it did complicate things a bit. Food was my dread and my enemy, and all my tastes changed from loving to cook and loving fresh foods, Asian, homemade this and that, to only being able to stand all the things I formerly avoided/disliked: processed foods, fast food, doughnuts, soda, junk, junk, junk. Were it not for my all consuming craving for orange juice and a few other items, I probably would have been admitted to the hospital for malnutrition. Fortunately, the sickness subsided quite a bit by the time James graduated at the end of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1duB_IEMI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Z57iKnWGE9E/s1600/IMGP7667.jpg" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1duB_IEMI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Z57iKnWGE9E/s200/IMGP7667.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516168163987296450" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry played soccer this spring and was a pretty awesome player by the end. He really developed his confidence and abilities and was scoring great goals by the end. And thankfully, it was also the last season where poor Wes, the truer soccer lover, had to watch from the sidelines and be told he was too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1dtXAHjCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Wk_gg2vj484/s1600/IMGP5384.JPG" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1dtXAHjCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Wk_gg2vj484/s200/IMGP5384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516168152448732194" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wes with his favorite puzzle. He can put together all 50 states by himself and there are no lines or pictures as clues or anything. Wes is a wild one but he is also one smart kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-5102502300225240701?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5102502300225240701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=5102502300225240701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5102502300225240701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5102502300225240701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-life.html' title='Random Life'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/TI1gTBJiAcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/mzCS3ZISNbg/s72-c/IMGP7864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-8087578535723362583</id><published>2010-05-13T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:09:58.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first successful blogpost in a year and a half</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;No I have not forgotten how to blog--I expect nearly everyone except for 2 people have stopped checking my blog. There are a multitude of reasons for my being such a slacker, all of them quite good. But I'm back, courtesy of the iMac, and here are some recent Mother's Day pictures taken outside our home with Henry (5) and Wesley (3).  I had wonderful Mother's Day by the way.  Nothing scheduled, nothing stressful.  After a lovely and inspiring day at church, it was just me and the fam at home, just the way I like it.  James made delicious Swedish pancakes for dinner and I had a rare and glorious 3 HOUR NAP on the couch.  Woohoo!  My boys were very sweet to me today.  It's good to feel loved.  They are pretty patient with their mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/S-zyuHfylpI/AAAAAAAAAh0/q77-MS36BJQ/s1600/IMGP7513.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/_JmI4lym8I_Y/S-zyuHfylpI/AAAAAAAAAh0/q77-MS36BJQ/s320/IMGP7513.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471014521448601234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/S-zytogy5WI/AAAAAAAAAhs/dnWR1PrCv4Y/s1600/IMGP7511.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/_JmI4lym8I_Y/S-zytogy5WI/AAAAAAAAAhs/dnWR1PrCv4Y/s320/IMGP7511.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471014513131316578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/S-zytWEBXHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/NkJSP757tJc/s1600/IMGP7507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/S-zgtFVWEeI/AAAAAAAAAhE/gk1L3gmZris/s320/IMGP7484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470994712478749154" /&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/7258575553481148218-8087578535723362583?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8087578535723362583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=8087578535723362583' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/8087578535723362583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/8087578535723362583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-first-successful-blogpost-in-year.html' title='My first successful blogpost in a year and a half'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/S-zyuHfylpI/AAAAAAAAAh0/q77-MS36BJQ/s72-c/IMGP7513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-6588133015942200152</id><published>2008-11-23T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:18:18.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watkinsville Scarecrow 5K and Fall Festival</title><content type='html'>It's our yearly tradition to participate in the race and fall festival.  This year I ran the race and James tucked the kids snuggly in the stroller to watch.  Don't the look cozy?  Doesn't it look cold?  It was at first.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272067371581228498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SSolV4MGxdI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w0n5YEXfSCI/s320/IMGP2893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was happy with my time--28:47, as you can see.  Slowly but surely I'm am getting a little bit faster.  Woo hoo!  Our good friends Brett and Alyson and their son Will did the races too.  They all got amazing times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272067381625264818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SSolWdmymrI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ybrgObE_W6Q/s320/IMGP2905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is Henry, getting ready to start the kids 1 miles fun run.  You see those clenched fists and that tense posture getting ready to run?  Henry took this race very seriously.  We "practiced" for it a few times ahead of time and he was very determined to be a fast runner and do his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SSolWkd72yI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FX598B6A6t8/s1600-h/IMGP2917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272067383467170594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SSolWkd72yI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FX598B6A6t8/s320/IMGP2917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is at the end, holding his little finisher's ribbon.  He ran the whole time without stopping and finished the race in 12:10.  I was very impressed by his determination!  He loves running.  The highlight for him was finishing before James, who ran it with him.  All he could say was, "I was faster than my dad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272067388911973442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SSolW4wE9EI/AAAAAAAAAXM/q1m4FT0dKqg/s320/IMGP2921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the boys on a tractor from the hay rides in their lovely matching overalls.  We didn't get any other pictures of the festival, but we did the usual--funnel cakes and shish kabobs, looking through the rock collectors' booth and all the craft booths and riding the pony and playing in the corn crib at the petting zoo.  It was fun hanging out and we saw lots of friends there too.  Good old Watkinsville.  We sure will miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272067396532691538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SSolXVI_4lI/AAAAAAAAAXU/1LrAnPJi1UA/s320/IMGP2924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7258575553481148218-6588133015942200152?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6588133015942200152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=6588133015942200152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/6588133015942200152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/6588133015942200152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/watkinsville-scarecrow-5k-and-fall.html' title='Watkinsville Scarecrow 5K and Fall Festival'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SSolV4MGxdI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w0n5YEXfSCI/s72-c/IMGP2893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-7414025917515936620</id><published>2008-11-09T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:43:21.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Little Wes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266867665956809378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SResPLRYqqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/aDQhfcUhUCA/s400/IMGP2745.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We had a really fun time celebrating Wes's 2nd birthday.  It was so fun to see him finally begin to catch on to the significance of the day.  He just beamed at us and soaked it all up as we sang, "Happy Birthday" to him.  Wesley is such an awesome, fun, intelligent, sweet little kid.  He and I have always had a very close attachment from the time he was born (not always by my own choice), but he's always been my little snuggle-buddy, joined at the hip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of his nicknames include the Wesinator, Troublemaker, and Little Wes, and we have a special song we sing about him to the tune of the William Tell Overture.  It's hard to imagine life before Wesley.  He's so adorable and so opinionated and affectionate.  We sure love you, Little Wes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SResPug3W-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/lrj53iQ1V50/s1600-h/IMGP2680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266867675416976354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SResPug3W-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/lrj53iQ1V50/s400/IMGP2680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We camped in our back yard for Wesley's birthday.  Here you can kind of see the wilty streamers and balloons that we had up in the tent and which weren't handling the humidity very well.  Sleeping next to our kids all night in the tent is always an adventure--being steamrolled by them all night, the hard ground in spite of many layers of bedding, the howling coyotes (where am I, back in Wyoming?), and the gigantic daddy-longlegs crawling all over the outside of the tent like they own the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is actually fun though.  We always watch a movie on James's Mac and we get all the pleasures of camping without tons of work or nasty port-a-potties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266867677009807474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SResP0coCHI/AAAAAAAAAWs/5APWWZWs04w/s400/IMGP2735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cake of course had to be something to do with jets.  I'm not sure any obsession my boys have had yet compares with their current infatuation with rockets and jets.  And try as I may, this is as fancy as my cakes get.  But that's probably ok because probably about 5 minutes later, while my back was turned, both boys starting licking the sides of the cake and sucking off all the frosting.  Oh well, you're only a kid once!&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/7258575553481148218-7414025917515936620?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7414025917515936620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=7414025917515936620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/7414025917515936620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/7414025917515936620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-little-wes.html' title='Happy Birthday Little Wes!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SResPLRYqqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/aDQhfcUhUCA/s72-c/IMGP2745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-5128735632834981167</id><published>2008-10-22T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:22:41.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protecting Marriage and Family--Proposition 8 in California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SP_WSImcLOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/xwHh7bof8Fk/s1600-h/prop+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260158496826731746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SP_WSImcLOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/xwHh7bof8Fk/s320/prop+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could write pages upon pages regarding how I feel about this issue. It makes me so sick at heart and worried that I don't even like to think about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has nothing to do with intolerance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has nothing to do with me or anyone else "not liking" people who choose to pursue a gay lifestyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This issue about changing marriage to include any union other than that of a man and a woman is not simply about extending certain rights to those who choose to follow a gay lifestyle, as they would have you believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By making it law that same-sex couples can be "married," it is forcing the entire nation to conform to that limited brand of morality, in spite of their own beliefs about marriage and families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporting Prop 8 and the traditional definition of marriage is not about intolerance. It's about tolerance--tolerance for the majority of Americans who are not hateful, who have gay friends, who are willing to be understanding and accommodating to a degree to those who have made that lifestyle choice, but who do not wish to have that morality forced upon them. From adoptions to church weddings to any professional service that furthers a lifestyle we believe is not right, natural, or healthy for society--let's have tolerance for our differences of beliefs, including mainstream, traditional, or religious ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following article summarizes this very well. Californians need to realize that what happens with Prop 8 not only bears heavy consequences for them but will likely pull the rest of the nation in the same direction, whichever way it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Gay Rights and Religious Liberties Clash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=2100608"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Barbara Bradley Hagerty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;NPR.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, June 13, 2008 · In recent years, some states have passed laws giving residents the right to same-sex unions in various forms. Gay couples may marry in Massachusetts and California. There are civil unions and domestic partnerships in Vermont, New Jersey, Connecticut, New Hampshire and Oregon. Other states give more limited rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Armed with those legal protections, same-sex couples are beginning to challenge policies of religious organizations that exclude them, claiming that a religious group's view that homosexual marriage is a sin cannot be used to violate their right to equal treatment. Now parochial schools, "parachurch" organizations such as Catholic Charities and businesses that refuse to serve gay couples are being sued — and so far, the religious groups are losing. Here are a few cases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Adoption services: Catholic Charities in Massachusetts refused to place children with same-sex couples as required by Massachusetts law. After a legislative struggle — during which the Senate president said he could not support a bill "condoning discrimination" — Catholic Charities pulled out of the adoption business in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Housing: In New York City, Yeshiva University's Albert Einstein College of Medicine, a school under Orthodox Jewish auspices, banned same-sex couples from its married dormitory. New York does not recognize same-sex marriage, but in 2001, the state's highest court ruled Yeshiva violated New York City's ban on sexual orientation discrimination. Yeshiva now allows all couples in the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Parochial schools: California Lutheran High School, a Protestant school in Wildomar, holds that homosexuality is a sin. After the school suspended two girls who were allegedly in a lesbian relationship, the girls' parents sued, saying the school was violating the state's civil rights act protecting gay men and lesbians from discrimination. The case is before a state judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Medical services: A Christian gynecologist at North Coast Women's Care Medical Group in Vista, Calif., refused to give his patient in vitro fertilization treatment because she is in a lesbian relationship, and he claimed that doing so would violate his religious beliefs. (The doctor referred the patient to his partner, who agreed to do the treatment.) The woman sued under the state's civil rights act. The California Supreme Court heard oral arguments in May 2008, and legal experts believe that the woman's right to medical treatment will trump the doctor's religious beliefs. One justice suggested that the doctors take up a different line of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Psychological services: A mental health counselor at North Mississippi Health Services refused therapy for a woman who wanted help in improving her lesbian relationship. The counselor said doing so would violate her religious beliefs. The counselor was fired. In March 2001, the United States Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit sided with the employer, ruling that the employee's religious beliefs could not be accommodated without causing undue hardship to the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Civil servants: A clerk in Vermont refused to perform a civil union ceremony after the state legalized them. In 2001, in a decision that side-stepped the religious liberties issue, the Vermont Supreme Court ruled that he did not need to perform the ceremony because there were other civil servants who would. However, the court did indicate that religious beliefs do not allow employees to discriminate against same-sex couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Adoption services: A same-sex couple in California applied to Adoption Profiles, an Internet service in Arizona that matches adoptive parents with newborns. The couple's application was denied based on the religious beliefs of the company's owners. The couple sued in federal district court in San Francisco. The two sides settled after the adoption company said it will no longer do business in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wedding services: A same sex couple in Albuquerque asked a photographer, Elaine Huguenin, to shoot their commitment ceremony. The photographer declined, saying her Christian beliefs prevented her from sanctioning same-sex unions. The couple sued, and the New Mexico Human Rights Commission found the photographer guilty of discrimination. It ordered her to pay the lesbian couple's legal fees ($6,600). The photographer is appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wedding facilities: Ocean Grove Camp Meeting Association of New Jersey, a Methodist organization, refused to rent its boardwalk pavilion to a lesbian couple for their civil union ceremony. The couple filed a complaint with the New Jersey Division on Civil Rights. The division ruled that the boardwalk property was open for public use, therefore the Methodist group could not discriminate against gay couples using it. In the interim, the state's Department of Environmental Protection revoked a portion of the association's tax benefits. The case is ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Youth groups: The city of Berkeley, Calif., requested that the Sea Scouts (affiliated with the Boy Scouts) formally agree to not discriminate against gay men in exchange for free use of berths in the city's marina. The Sea Scouts sued, claiming this violated their beliefs and First Amendment right to the freedom to associate with other like-minded people. In 2006, the California Supreme Court ruled against the youth group. In San Diego, the Boy Scouts lost access to the city-owned aquatic center for the same reason. While these cases do not directly involve same-sex unions, they presage future conflicts about whether religiously oriented or parachurch organizations may prohibit, for example, gay couples from teaching at summer camp. In June 2008, the federal Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals asked the California Supreme Court to review the Boy Scouts' leases. Meanwhile, the mayor's office in Philadelphia revoked the Boy Scouts' $1-a-year lease for a city building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seriously, do these changes that are being made speak more of tolerance or of intolerance for personal beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tolerate those whose morality and belief system differs from my own, even substantially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;em&gt;tolerate &lt;/em&gt;them. I don't embrace them myself or wish to have them forced upon me or upon the institutions I support. My church has the right to marry people according to our doctrines and beliefs as we believe God Himself has set forth. We have the right to support and help build families that we believe are, by divine design, intended to be an eternal union between a man and woman, and children with the right to be born to that union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I haven't already emphasized it clearly enough, it's not about extending marriage to a small group of Americans so they can be happier in their lifestyle and I can continue in mine. That alone, if that were reality, might be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reality is that changing the legal definition &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;affects all of us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And imposing that idea on the majority of Americans, particularly in a country that was founded on faith in God, seems like a very un-American thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-5128735632834981167?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5128735632834981167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=5128735632834981167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5128735632834981167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5128735632834981167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/protecting-marriage-and-family.html' title='Protecting Marriage and Family--Proposition 8 in California'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SP_WSImcLOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/xwHh7bof8Fk/s72-c/prop+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-4837268598155785528</id><published>2008-10-22T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:23:33.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' it!</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't it be great if we could all just get along this well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260153513589234210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SP_RwEmCWiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/wwgl5k2AmRY/s400/obama+and+palin.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, Roslyn, for the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-4837268598155785528?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4837268598155785528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=4837268598155785528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/4837268598155785528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/4837268598155785528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovin-it.html' title='Lovin&apos; it!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SP_RwEmCWiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/wwgl5k2AmRY/s72-c/obama+and+palin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-2905235357406352930</id><published>2008-09-28T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:47:23.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Provo River Trail Half-Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This post is coming extremely late, but I wouldn't want to lose my coveted position of "World's Pokiest Blogger." But part of the reason I hadn't done it yet is because those of you who know me well know I have to give the FULL STORY, every detail, and have to analyze and intellectualize everything. No just, "I ran the race. It was fun. Here's some pics." So here's finally a report on my half-marathon in August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As most of you know, last May I decided to train for the Provo River Trailrun (since our family would be in Utah this summer.) I hadn't been running much for a long time, just a tiny bit of prep for the Josh Reeves 5k in March. Anyway, I had a lot of reasons for wanting to do this at this time and for why it meant a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252031052425202594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOL2am0gC6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/vqsHSYzuzZc/s320/IMGP2374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Why to Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I always did well in school, but the one subject I hated and suffered through year after year was PE. In fact, the day we did "the mile run" twice a year from grade school up was, without exception, the most dreaded and miserable day of the school year. (Except the day in 8th grade when I found out that this really tough girl wanted to beat me up, but fortunately, that ended in nothing.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So physical things have always been my "weakness" and something I wanted to become strong in (Ether 12:27--Book of Mormon, of course). So I began running very small amounts in high school because it didn't require much coordination and there was no team I would make lose. I've never done it a ton or real regularly--just off and on here and there. So, this past spring as I was realizing that Robertson #3 wasn't in any particular hurry to get here and as it seemed like a good time, given my health and considering I'd have some extra kid-watching help in Utah, I felt like I should go for it and put in the hours and effort to do a big race. (James and I had actually began training for the Provo River Half-Marathon in 2003 before we moved to Georgia, but then found out we'd have to begin driving out here before the day of the race, so we never got too far into training.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason for doing the race is I had a rare opportunity to run it with a lot of my in-laws. Emily, my sister-in-law, had just recently run her first marathon and was on-fire addicted to running. Her husband, Ben, had recently began running with her. Amy and Bec, two more of James's sisters, were getting running again. Jay, the semi-professional soccer player, liked to run too to keep in shape. Jeremy, out of the blue, ran the BYU Run Against Violence and had gotten an amazing time with no previous practice and thought he'd stick with it a bit too. So all SEVEN of us were going to run the race together. It was perfect that James and I would be in Utah at the right time, and also that none of us were expecting or had recently had babies. (Well, really recently--Bec was only about 6 mos. out from having Grace, and Emily was about 10 weeks along with her third by the time we did the half.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252031045282268658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOL2aMNfhfI/AAAAAAAAATw/BLHMBNXoW3I/s320/IMGP2358.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Emily, the marathoner and motivator, who was "running for two" that day and still kicked butt. Way to go, Em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252031049281243938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOL2abG7CyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/oIiHBwqDuso/s320/IMGP2353.JPG" width="207" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jeremy, about to get his amazing time and thinking, "I can't let that old guy beat me! I just can't!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252355474630037010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOQdedtmzhI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wgeZh6Ld0Dg/s320/IMGP2370.JPG" width="256" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amy did an amazing time. With three busy kids, a big move the month before, and Jon's new job, she didn't get a ton of time to train and she still got an excellent time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252355476030459346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOQdei7fjdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xnaEgQsgZiU/s320/IMGP2366.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Looks like James almost missed getting a picture of Becca finishing. Bec ran this race two years ago when she was dating her current husband, James Clary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252355475540073570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOQdehGk3GI/AAAAAAAAAUY/efy2PgLbiQI/s320/IMGP2365.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ben is so funny. The ever supportive husband-of-the-runner now turned runner is obviously very proud of the job he's doing. He did do great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252651495123743618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOUqtH_Gc4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/drIU7l7xuTs/s320/n687295419_1346113_9340.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm not sure James got a picture of Jay finishing. Jay got some awesome time, like 1:42 or so. So here instead is a picture of Jay running in a soccer game and you can just use your imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other person I got to run with the entire way at about half her normal pace was Brigette Maes, one of my best friends growing up. Brigette is a record-holding, expert runner. Her marathon time is 3:24. She was always trying to get me to join cross-country in high school--an inane thought--but it was like a weekly conversation. So when I told her I was going to do the half, she said she would come down from Rock Springs, with her husband and two kids, and run it with me. Can you imagine how awesome that was for me?! It was great to have someone to keep me company and encourage me the whole time. It was really funny because she kept marvelling at how different this race was than any other race she'd done. The people were all running with a friend or two. There was talking and laughing. They'd walk a bit if they needed and then get going again. It was a big social occasion, in addition to being a race. I told her that that's because A) it's Provo, and B) she's used to running at the very front of the race with the people who are all trying to win. I thought it was funny she finally got to see how the other half of us lived. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252363286033744290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOQklJdYQaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Sr0e_s5ovoA/s320/IMGP2409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brigette is amazing. She's only been running one mile a day since she had her second baby last September, but she still up and ran the 13 miles with no trouble at all. In fact, we had to remember to let me lead when we passed people because otherwise she'd run around them and keep right on going and leave me behind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also was trying to decide what personal hobby or interest I really wanted to pursue because with such limited time, I wanted to just pick one thing to really work on and try to get somewhere with it. I asked myself, "What do I &lt;em&gt;really desire &lt;/em&gt;to do or &lt;em&gt;long &lt;/em&gt;to do?" Running has always fascinated me. I admire runners so much. Running is such an ideal sport in so many ways. I love how it's as much a mental activity as it is a physical one. And I certainly found that to be true. I knew I would not be a fast runner, but I'd always been more interested in being able to go far than to go fast and so that's what I focused on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;The Race Itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got up at 4:30 that morning to catch one of the jillions of schoolbusses at the Riverwoods to ride up to the trailhead. They'd recently changed the course because of some fires around Bridal Veil Falls, so we ran 4 miles down South Fork Canyon, 2.5 miles on the highway (including a long 1+ mile hill). Then we ran about 4.5 on the regular Provo River trail, staring just after Bridal Veil Falls, and then about 2.5 miles around the Riverwoods shopping area before hitting the finish line. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so funny when we got to the start because there were over a thousand runners up there, many of whom needed to use a bathroom but they only had about 20 port-a-potties. The lines were huge and the race was about to start, so people were not-so-subtlely wandering off into the bushes and trees all over the place, and you had to be careful what secluded spot you chose because there were often a few other people who had also chosen that same area and were all currently doing their business. Unfortunately, I had to join my fellow runners in the trees but at least I didn't have to just jump off the trail at some point halfway down in desperation like some I was running with did. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the race started and it was a few minutes after the gun went off before our part of the cattle herd reached the starting line, so we based our times off our watches instead of the race clock. (I have to mention by the way that even though I loved it, this race isn't very well organized. Everyone who's been in it knows that. I think they're lucky it's such a popular course or else I think they'd be losing all their runners. There are so many basic things they could do to make it better, but I digress.) The first few miles were fairly steep downhill, enough to make it harder running than level if you weren't remembering to lean into it and not slap your feet and stop yourself on every step. The part on the highway was fun. There was a huge, slow, single line of traffic moving in the lane next to us in the opposite direction and they were all having a good time watching us. At Bridal Veil, about 6.5 miles into it, I had my first Gu of my life, non-caffienated, and it was, well, tolerable I guess. It was like a strawberry fruit roll-up with the flavor magnified about 10x. I just swallowed it whole and got it off my tongue as quickly as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The portion that was actually on the trail was so beautiful and was an area I had practiced in and that was nice because getting up to about 9-10 miles, I was starting to feel it a little bit more. It was taking a little more commitment to stick with my pace. Basically, I was passed by a ton of people the first 2 miles of the race and then after that we were mostly slowly passing people and that kind of helped keep me focused on still going. That and all the endless things Brigette and I got to talk about and running with Emily and Ben during a portion of this latter segment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last 2.5 miles around the Riverwoods shopping area was not fun. We were running a bit and saw the 11 mile mark and thought, "OK, not too much farther now." Then, after awhile, it became apparent that the 12 mi. mark was missing but we had no idea how long ago we would have passed it. So it felt like we should be very close to finished when really we weren't quite as close as we thought. We didn't know exactly where the finish line was and every where we kept winding around, we kept seeing the line of runners still going somewhere far off in a different direction. Then at the end we were running up a windy sidewalk by a hedge and you couldn't see too far ahead. By this point, I was dying and just picking out landmarks and thinking, "OK, just to that bend up there. I can only do that." And we'd hear groups of people shouting and cheering up ahead and they'd finally come into sight and it wouldn't be the finish line, just a random group of people. That happened several times--you kept thinking you were just like 200 ft from the finishing area and then there'd be nothing. Aghhhh! It was maddening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252355482392772690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOQde6oYwFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/CPdG2QArnuA/s320/IMGP2360.JPG" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So finally, finally the crowds were getting larger and I saw the most welcome, wonderful sight in the world--my husband's beautiful, loving face smiling at me, cheering, and taking my picture. It was SO. GOOD. TO. SEE. HIM! I had thought more about how it would be good for my kids to see their mother running this great race, but, not surprisingly, I was only about as interesting as rolling down the hill or eating their bags of cereal. But I was OK with that. I was just so happy to see James there supporting me. He supports me in every one of my crazy ideas, and it felt so good to have him there at this really difficult but important end. So I ran as fast as I could the last bit and felt like puking but saw what was a beautiful sight for me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:08:25!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, baby! I was realistically expecting and hoping for something between 2:15 and 2:25. The farthest I had run before was 11.15 miles in 1:58. That did quite a bit to relieve my rough ending. It was worth it. I finished and could say I was very happy with my time, as opposed to most races when I finish and think, "I know I could have done better than that." So at the end, I was glad to see James, I was glad about my time, but beyond that all I could think was THANK GOODNESS IT'S DONE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252363271260243618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOQkkSbGhqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/qBEr0AEGGJE/s320/IMGP2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The runners. Whoo hoo, we are awesome. I love the Robertsons. Have I mentioned that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252363276872150450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOQkknVFbbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/K9l6slnRgNg/s320/IMGP2392.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love this picture for two reasons. One, because three of us four girls had identical Saucony Trigon 5 running shoes, which I think is really funny. Becca's were different Saucony so I guess that's why she didn't put her foot in. Second, because Jay's, um...accidental catching of his shorts on his bib. Whoops! Maybe that wasn't an accident. That's OK. If I were a guy and my thighs looked like that, they'd probably sneak a peak out once in a while too. (By the way, ladies, he's single. Attractive, spiritual, athletic, pre-med--check my facebook.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Why I Love Running/Why Anyone With an Inkling of Desire Should Run a Half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a great summer doing all that running. Some of my best memories are of very early, chilly mornings running up Provo Canyon, usually with Emily, thinking, "Eight? Do I really think I'm going to run eight M-I-L-E-S!?!" And doing a long run with Brigette in Rock Springs and thinking, "I just ran around all the major parts of my hometown. I circled the whole thing on foot." A far cry from who I was when I lived there. Running with my brothers was fun and something new. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing I liked the most about running is that it made me feel so strong and it felt good to feel strong--to have the ability to finish the run, no matter how long it was or intimidating it sounded. I remember my first long run--4.75 miles at Herman C. Michael Park. It took a long time, but I was so proud of myself for running that far--farther than I had ever run before. By the end, 5 miles was my regular weekday workout, nothing to think twice about. It felt good to see some real progress. And I think that feeling of strength bled over into other areas of my life and increased my confidence in my capacity to do things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252363282210044098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="344" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOQkk7NvOMI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QV8zLSXrpJI/s320/IMGP2406.JPG" width="248" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Em and I are tough. I have to put in a plug for skirtsports by the way. This is not only the best running skirt for many reasons, but when the pocket tore a bit on this race, they sent me a new one to replace it and even sent pink, since that's what I'd originally wanted. They're great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The other thing I loved the most about running was some of these rare, beautiful moments that would come when I felt so...alive in a really wonderful way. I really can't think of any better way to put it. Especially when I did a final push at the end of the run, every single one of my senses would be on overload. My legs would be burning but working so well and so hard, and I could feel my heart pumping blood all through me and each breath of oxygen relieving me. I was surrounded by overwhelmingly beautiful, majestic mountains and trees and the river with the brilliant sun lighting up the whole canyon. And I knew my Heavenly Father was proud of me for what I was trying to do. He knew what it meant for me to try and do it and He was with me. In those moments I felt the joy of all these gifts and the joy of what it means to be healthy and living. I certainly have known before what it means to not be healthy and I'm so grateful to be at this point now. I guess another way of putting it is that, having always been trying to be active spiritually but not very much physically, I think I experienced new level of joy--where both my body and spirit were simultaneously fulfilling the measure of their creation. It made me very happy to have spent some of my time this summer pursuing those kinds of experiences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252031040316724626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="357" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOL2Z5tnVZI/AAAAAAAAATg/J1mvASRMFKU/s320/IMGP2377.JPG" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad I ran the race. Like I said, there is nothing spectacular about what I did in terms of time or given the fact that anyone who really wants to can do it. But is was spectacular for me in what it represented as far as what I had overcome personally to do it. My inadequacy in and fear of physical, atheletic things and fear of failure, both in the race or of giving up in process of training. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our lives definitely have seasons and I'm learning that if you don't take advantage of certain opportunities when they are there, sometimes you miss on the chance to do them forever, or to reach an even higher goal in the future. I'm glad I conquered some personal fears and overcame procrastination and finally accomplished this goal that was important to me. And even though I'm not always able to keep up with doing quite that much running, I'm looking forward to the time when I can find another race and do it again!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-2905235357406352930?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2905235357406352930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=2905235357406352930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/2905235357406352930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/2905235357406352930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/provo-river-trail-half-marathon.html' title='Provo River Trail Half-Marathon'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SOL2am0gC6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/vqsHSYzuzZc/s72-c/IMGP2374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-7784263340811752706</id><published>2008-07-27T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:49:45.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preliminary New Guinea pictures--Port Moresby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SI0yWDYH_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/I4mEVi1grjU/s1600-h/DSC_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227890096892018066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 467px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="504" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SI0yWDYH_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/I4mEVi1grjU/s400/DSC_0193.jpg" width="392" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SI0yW-ItnzI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uzhQqiQoEcc/s1600-h/DSC_0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227890112665067314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 444px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="352" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SI0yW-ItnzI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uzhQqiQoEcc/s400/DSC_0202.jpg" width="489" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SI0yXHi1AWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/B_05CrAAHW4/s1600-h/DSC_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227890115190522210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="329" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SI0yXHi1AWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/B_05CrAAHW4/s400/DSC_0203.jpg" width="455" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SI0yXm_mRQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vwV3Dq3tmjU/s1600-h/DSC_0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227890123632690434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="483" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SI0yXm_mRQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vwV3Dq3tmjU/s400/DSC_0204.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SI0yYAmMnpI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xxB3TGfJ1Eo/s1600-h/DSC_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227890130505473682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 436px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="430" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SI0yYAmMnpI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xxB3TGfJ1Eo/s400/DSC_0205.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;James is spending a few weeks in New Guinea doing collecting and research with a group of professors, mostly from BYU and BYU-Hawaii. He's been gone about 10 days and we haven't heard from him much, but we did receive these pictures in an email shortly after they arrived in Port Moresby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took them so long to get there. They were delayed eight hours in Fiji, making them miss all of their later flights. Later, they were delayed three hours in the Solomon Islands, which made them have to stay the night there not according to plan. Finally, they spent an extra day just killing time in Port Moresby because the usual flight to New Ireland (I believe) was cancelled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once they FINALLY got to their destination, the fun could really begin. He told me last week that their research station, which is housed in an old resort, is about thirty minutes from a rumbling, ash-spewing volcano. Wow. I hope they are able to do some excellent insect and marine life research to make all this traveling and effort worth it. Regardless of the bumps, New Guinea looks like an amazing place and James is fortunate beyond all get out that he gets to go on a trip like this. I'm sure he's loving every minute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-7784263340811752706?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7784263340811752706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=7784263340811752706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/7784263340811752706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/7784263340811752706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/preliminary-new-guinea-pictures-port.html' title='Preliminary New Guinea pictures--Port Moresby'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SI0yWDYH_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/I4mEVi1grjU/s72-c/DSC_0193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-8825932841777187977</id><published>2008-07-14T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:55:53.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Utah, Part I</title><content type='html'>Well, as many of you know, we have recently begun our 7-week visit to Utah for the summer. We've had an awesome time visiting family. I think our boys think they've died and gone to the Celestial Kingdom--here there are lots of grandparents, aunts, and uncles, plenty of cousins to play with, big amazing backyards, swimming pools and irrigated lawns, pets, hikes and waterfalls, birthday parties, airplane museums, plenty of good food including treats and soda and people who rarely tell you no. Yes, it's a kids paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;James leaves on Thursday for Papua New Guinea. He's pretty excited. Now if we could just track down a place here in Utah to get his Japanese Encephalitis booster shot before he goes.... I've been running all over the creation here with various relatives, trying to get ready for the Provo River Half Marathon on Aug. 9th. Last Friday, two of my sisters-in-law, Emily and Becca, and I ran 9 miles up and down the canyon and had an amazing time. It was one of the best runs I've ever been on. I've never run that far before and it was so beautiful (and actually so cold when we started out at 6am, so different from Georgia--are you surviving the heat, Charis?) My muscles were crampy and tired when I was done but I still felt so good. I wanted to keep running. And actually, I'm getting a little obsessed. Whenever I see people out running, I'm always like, "When do I get to go again? How far do I need to go next time?" Not that I'm very great or fast at it. But I love getting better and better at it. It makes me feel so strong in all aspects of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the last thing is, a few of you know that James and I are going with my parents to the American Idol concert in SLC tomorrow night. I am SO excited! I know I am a complete nerd, but I absolutely love David Archuleta. I love his voice and his style of music and the songs he sings, as well as who he is. But we also love David Cook too so we're really excited to see him perform. And we liked Brooke and Jason and several others, so I think it will be a fun, kid-free date for us before James is gone for 2 1/2 weeks. And believe or not, it will actually be the first real concert I've ever gone to. Ha ha! I'll let you know how it is--Chad and Andy, try not to feel too badly that you don't get to be there with the rest of the Archies. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222957915718897634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SHusjUs9T-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/xfCbVNFflDs/s400/images.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-8825932841777187977?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8825932841777187977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=8825932841777187977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/8825932841777187977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/8825932841777187977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-in-utah-part-i.html' title='Life in Utah, Part I'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SHusjUs9T-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/xfCbVNFflDs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-9054172211593977938</id><published>2008-06-29T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:00:54.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;***Warning to the reader: This is a mushy, gushy post, especially the poem at the end.  What can I say?***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SGfxA1RKDII/AAAAAAAAAPE/JKMd0TCqrNs/s1600-h/Picture_053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217403689933343874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SGfxA1RKDII/AAAAAAAAAPE/JKMd0TCqrNs/s400/Picture_053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Wesley has the most stunning blue eyes.  He's the entertainer in our family.  He is mischievous and opinionated but also all love and affection and sweetness.  He's a little mama's boy.  He doesn't love anyone more than he loves me--if only that could last!  He loves and insists on falling asleep on my shoulder, with his fingers twisted up in my hair.  It's hard to feel too badly about anything in life when such a sweet little person loves you so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SGfxA7e-xbI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UDZiy4ijn3M/s1600-h/Picture_059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217403691601937842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SGfxA7e-xbI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UDZiy4ijn3M/s400/Picture_059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture (thanks Donna for all of these!) because to me it captures best the Henry I know.  He's a beautiful, big-eyed boy with lots of great blonde hair which I hate to cut.  Henry is good right down to his core.  He loves his friends and adores his daddy, who is his "best buddy."  He is curious about everything in life and is both funny and light-hearted as well as thoughtful and sensitive.  He's a true "barefoot boy," which is another poem I should post on here sometime.  He is perfectly happy exploring the outdoors and nature and the way things work, and I love to let him enjoy a happy childhood and not try to force adulthood on him too fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SGfxBOraEyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2_xsVmhueKY/s1600-h/Picture_083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217403696754332450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SGfxBOraEyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2_xsVmhueKY/s400/Picture_083.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh, I love this picture so much too!  How can you not love that squishy little baby face right in front of the camera?  To me that face just says, "Mommy, I am an important person too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SGfxBKC-XtI/AAAAAAAAAPc/41n6vZ8PQU8/s1600-h/Picture_161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217403695511002834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SGfxBKC-XtI/AAAAAAAAAPc/41n6vZ8PQU8/s400/Picture_161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh...life with a sibling.  Not always what it's cracked up to be.  They definitely love each other a lot though and are heart-broken when the other one is upset or not around.  I'm glad they have each other, and James and I know how fortunate we are to have them.  They are our greatest blessing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Girl I Used to Be&lt;br /&gt;Author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came tonight as I sat alone,&lt;br /&gt;The girl I used to be,&lt;br /&gt;And she gazed at me with her earnest eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And questioned reproachfully,&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten the many plans,&lt;br /&gt;And hopes I had for you?&lt;br /&gt;The great career,&lt;br /&gt;The splendid fame,&lt;br /&gt;All the wonderful things to do?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the mansion of stately height,&lt;br /&gt;With all of its gardens rare?&lt;br /&gt;The silken robes that I dreamed for you,&lt;br /&gt;And the shining jewels in your hair?&lt;br /&gt;And as she spoke,&lt;br /&gt;I was very sad,&lt;br /&gt;For I wanted her pleased with me,&lt;br /&gt;This slender girl from the shadowy past,&lt;br /&gt;The girl I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gently rising,&lt;br /&gt;I took her hand and guided her up the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;Where peacefully sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;My babies lay, innocent, sweet and fair.&lt;br /&gt;And I told her that these are my only gems,&lt;br /&gt;And precious they are to me.&lt;br /&gt;That silken robe is my motherhood,&lt;br /&gt;Of costly simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;And my mansion of stately height is love,&lt;br /&gt;And the only career I know,&lt;br /&gt;Is serving each day in these sheltered walls,&lt;br /&gt;For the dear ones who come and go.&lt;br /&gt;And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,&lt;br /&gt;She smiled through her tears at me,&lt;br /&gt;And I saw the woman that I am now,&lt;br /&gt;Pleased the girl that I used to be!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217403686764024114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SGfxApdiETI/AAAAAAAAAO8/W0tzKA5ylGw/s400/Picture_164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-9054172211593977938?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9054172211593977938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=9054172211593977938' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/9054172211593977938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/9054172211593977938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/motherhood.html' title='Motherhood'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SGfxA1RKDII/AAAAAAAAAPE/JKMd0TCqrNs/s72-c/Picture_053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-5001180249777389243</id><published>2008-06-29T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:28:36.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Muffins, Ratatouille, and Key Lime Pie</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am, posting again after all of you gave up on checking my blog weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share a few recipe thoughts.  We had a whole lot of company over lately, and it's been great fun, although a lot of work and a lot of cooking.  (At least my house stays looking good though!)  We've had a double baby shower and several game nights and dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all this going on, I've made a few interesting culinary discoveries I thought I'd share.  The first is the little known fact that if you add twice as much canned pumpkin as the pumpkin muffin recipe calls for, it still turns out pretty darn good.  I did this by accident when I made muffins for a pool party with other moms and kids from church, and all the while I couldn't figure out why the batter was so weird and why I had to cook them forever.  And actually, not only did they have twice as much pumpkin but I had reduced the oil and sugar already, so they had less than 50% of what they should have had of those.  And I'd added flax seed, so they were pretty darn healthy and actually really good still.  Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer Eyring's Pumpkin Bread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2/3 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 t. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/4 t. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;3/4 t. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t. each of cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg, and allspice&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. sugar (&lt;em&gt;or 1 1/4 cups&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. oil (&lt;em&gt;or 1/3 cup&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 c. pumpkin (&lt;em&gt;or 2 cups!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3 T. flax seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13+ min at 350 (with extra pumpkin, closer to 20 min)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next discovery was with Ratatouille.  We were figuring out what to make as a side dish for our friends and I realized I had all the ingredients for this one except the eggplant.  So we got it and made it--very simple and nutritious, and even James liked it in spite of the squash and eggplant.  However, I did finally finish it off for lunch today, which was probably my 4th time having it, and I have to say it had lost a bit of its luster after the 2nd or 3rd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic&lt;br /&gt;1 med onion&lt;br /&gt;1 med eggplant&lt;br /&gt;2 small zucchini&lt;br /&gt;1 med green pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 med tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;fresh basil&lt;br /&gt;1/8-1/4 c. olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 t. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/3 t. pepper&lt;br /&gt;dash of thyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute all the vegetables in the oil in a pan until tender, garlic and onions first, then everything but the tomatoes, and finally the tomatoes and fresh basil.  Let it cook down to a consistency you like--about 10-15 min total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we recently had James's lab group over for dinner.  We made Thai spring rolls with peanut sauce for an appetizer, and then had (all homemade) Thai Green Curry with chicken and eggplant, Matsuman Curry, Pad Thai, Tandoori chicken, and Key Lime Pie for dessert.  Whew!  It was good.  The spring rolls were my favorite, but I was surprised how easy the Key Lime Pie was--easy enough to memorize and so delicious (as long as it's not overcooked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Key Lime Pie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs, beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 can (14 oz.) sweetened condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. lime juice&lt;br /&gt;1 t. lime zest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 graham cracker crust&lt;br /&gt;Whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whip up the first 4 ingredients and pour it into the crust.  Bake 30-35 min at 350 until center is set.  Chill before serving.  Top with whipped cream.  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-5001180249777389243?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5001180249777389243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=5001180249777389243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5001180249777389243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5001180249777389243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/pumpkin-muffins-ratatouille-and-key.html' title='Pumpkin Muffins, Ratatouille, and Key Lime Pie'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-4673635333444034935</id><published>2008-05-04T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:31:53.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia is beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The flowers in Georgia in March and April are amazing. We didn't get any pictures of the Wysteria vines that grow all over the trees and look like 40 ft. tall purple waterfalls--those are my favorite. It's a lovely time of year but also terrible for allergy sufferers. The streets and cars have a constant yellow dusting of pollen, and sometimes it actually looks foggy or misty outside just from the pollen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196672084546129458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5Juk2PjjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LjjonYKq-V4/s400/IMGP0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Just some of the beautiful blossoms on UGA campus. James took these with his new camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5JuE2PjiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lRB7LvccRxU/s1600-h/IMGP0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196672075956194850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5JuE2PjiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lRB7LvccRxU/s400/IMGP0930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is in front of James's building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5JwU2PjkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xv9YTqc52N4/s1600-h/IMGP0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196672114610900546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5JwU2PjkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xv9YTqc52N4/s400/IMGP0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Across from James's building--the old building on the right is one of the original University buildings that is still in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5Gz02PjeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MtODl9npoDo/s1600-h/IMGP0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196668876205559266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5Gz02PjeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MtODl9npoDo/s400/IMGP0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A street in Five Points--the residential area by the University where a huge proporation of the professors live. (And yes, that's James's pride and joy parked on the street.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5G0E2PjfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/OUly_hmTcKw/s1600-h/IMGP0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196668880500526578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5G0E2PjfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/OUly_hmTcKw/s400/IMGP0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The perfect house and yard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5G0k2PjgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2MDq1vU3iN8/s1600-h/IMGP0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196668889090461186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5G0k2PjgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2MDq1vU3iN8/s400/IMGP0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wouldn't you hate to live next door to these people?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5G1E2PjhI/AAAAAAAAAOc/x-f4gNIebPk/s1600-h/IMGP0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196668897680395794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5G1E2PjhI/AAAAAAAAAOc/x-f4gNIebPk/s400/IMGP0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-4673635333444034935?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4673635333444034935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=4673635333444034935' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/4673635333444034935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/4673635333444034935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/georgia-is-beautiful.html' title='Georgia is beautiful'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB5Juk2PjjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LjjonYKq-V4/s72-c/IMGP0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-7870254528972480137</id><published>2008-05-04T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:40:10.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh Reeves Memorial 5K--Henry's first race!</title><content type='html'>Our family recently participated in the first ever Josh Reeves Memorial 5K. First, a little background info. The Reeves family are members of our ward. We've known the parents and their children ever since we moved here. Josh (and one other grown sibling) were the only ones we didn't know, although I knew Josh's wife, Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Josh was serving in Iraq up until last September when a roadside bomb exploded under the Humvee he was in. His passing happened at a particularly difficult time--Josh's first child, Jackson, was born here in the states just 24 hours earlier. So we love the Reeves family very much and this has been and continues to be a tough thing for them. So when we heard about the memorial 5k the UGA ROTC was doing, we, along with a lot of other ward members, signed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB4xAk2PjaI/AAAAAAAAANk/H0g3JdWo5p4/s1600-h/Reeves+5k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196644905993080226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB4xAk2PjaI/AAAAAAAAANk/H0g3JdWo5p4/s320/Reeves+5k.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, the problem was that we hadn't run a race in forever and had not been running. Well, for James it had been the Fall Festival 5K and for me it had been the relay race marathon last April. And we were both pretty out-of-shape. But it was good because it made us get back in shape. Before the race they had a tribute to Josh and his family. A large group from each military division--the Army, Air Force, Navy and Marines--were there and they ran in formation by division and did their...I can't think of what it's called..chanting, shouting things with their commander during the entire race. It was rainy during the race but that actually felt pretty good. It was fun to run a race with lots of our friends from church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This 5k also, by accident, became Henry's first race. Our friends were going to watch the boys while we ran but at the last minute the night before we found out they couldn't come. So we decided James would run the race himself and I would push the boys in the double stroller. But it actually turned out to be a good thing because Henry was so excited about being in the race. And I have to say he did a pretty amazing job. He ran about half of the 3.1 miles, including several hills and at a pretty good pace. Everyone we passed when he was running got a pretty big kick out of his clenched fists and determined face. He was very excited. At one point we were running up a hill and it was just starting to drizzle and Henry was laughing while he was running and my heart took a picture of it. You could just tell that his little boy heart was pretty happy in that moment.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB4xA02PjbI/AAAAAAAAANs/h40qiIpj4B0/s1600-h/Reeves+5k+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196644910288047538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB4xA02PjbI/AAAAAAAAANs/h40qiIpj4B0/s320/Reeves+5k+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So James finished the race in probably pretty good time, although we don't really know because he didn't see the big race clock they had at the end and assumed they didn't have one. :) So then he came back and got the boys from me and I got to run the last 1/2 mile of the race without the stroller. When James came up with the boys, everyone kept trying to get Henry to get out and run across the finish line of the race, but by that point he had had it and kept yelling at everyone, "No. I'm too tired!" Of course he perked up a bit when he found out that people who run the race get to eat donuts at the end, although not enough to smile for any of our pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a really fun race. We want to always do stuff like this as a family and raise our kids participating in things like that. And it got us really back into running mode, which we really like to do. That and Emily Morrise's blogs about all of her running accomplishments. She's amazing! Her example has really inspired us and hopefully we can do some running together when we're out there this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB4xBU2PjcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gGd4qHCyB44/s1600-h/Reeves+5k+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196644918877982146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB4xBU2PjcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gGd4qHCyB44/s320/Reeves+5k+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-7870254528972480137?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7870254528972480137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=7870254528972480137' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/7870254528972480137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/7870254528972480137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/josh-reeves-memorial-5k-henrys-first.html' title='Josh Reeves Memorial 5K--Henry&apos;s first race!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB4xAk2PjaI/AAAAAAAAANk/H0g3JdWo5p4/s72-c/Reeves+5k.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-5440071679825135161</id><published>2008-04-28T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:55:59.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our living room makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB4hHk2PjZI/AAAAAAAAANc/FzTIATyx1xo/s1600-h/IMGP0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196627434066120082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB4hHk2PjZI/AAAAAAAAANc/FzTIATyx1xo/s400/IMGP0843.JPG" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We do exist. We have not fallen off the face of the earth, though I know it seems we have. We've just been really busy and our Internet always seems to be having one problem or another. But anyway, now that everyone has probably stopped checking our blog, I am back with just a small update on our lives.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We continue to love our house. It's so nice (and so much easier!) to have options and flexibility in terms of storage and decorating and use. So one of my fun projects in February was getting our living room set up a little more nicely. It was hard to make myself stick to predominantly one style and color palette because I love so many different looks, but I think I did and I'm pretty happy with the result.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYXCk2PjUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/sk3Ybnox0t0/s1600-h/IMGP0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194364553236811074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYXCk2PjUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/sk3Ybnox0t0/s400/IMGP0841.JPG" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I have to say that even though it's not a fancy living room that people would still be &lt;em&gt;very surprised&lt;/em&gt; to know how little we spent on everything in there. About 80% of everything in there (as well as in the rest of our house) was either given to us or purchased at a garage sale. (We have a very generous and thoughtful family and circle of friends.) And among those things, there are a number of items we refurbished to make them look nicer and like they were supposed to go together. And then there's a small number of things we just bought (read: IKEA and Walmart--what would I do without those two stores?!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB4hHU2PjYI/AAAAAAAAANU/yQ-cWgG_eUc/s1600-h/IMGP0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196627429771152770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB4hHU2PjYI/AAAAAAAAANU/yQ-cWgG_eUc/s400/IMGP0832.JPG" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite item (and the most unique) is the humongous world map on the far wall. That was my big purchase item. I loved that map when I first saw it on the IKEA website a year ago, and for me it's a good sign when I still like something after a few months because I normally change my mind all over the place. It's a beautiful canvas maps with great colors--colored like a map but in nice shades of blue, brown and green so it didn't look straight out of a geography book. I love it because it's big enough to allow you to read everything on it, and it's interesting to look at so you actually learn something everytime you look at it. And it's a great conversation piece. Everyone who comes to our house (even the repairman) stops to look at it, and it spurs a lot of interesting conversations. And down the road (a ways down the road) it can go in our library that we hope to one day have. So I feel like it was worth the investment to get the one thing I really loved and that we would use for a long time, although again, IKEA, so it wasn't really expensive enough to call it an investment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYD_U2PjSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GsV7V2Uk0LQ/s1600-h/IMGP0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194343606681308450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYD_U2PjSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GsV7V2Uk0LQ/s400/IMGP0836.JPG" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I made the blue pillow the day I wanted to have the room all done, when my friends came over for book club at my house (my first time being able to host the book club after being in it for four years!) Anyway, I was proud of my cool design and that I remembered enough about sewing to put a zipper in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Now you can all feel like you've visited us here and...been in the front room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYWhU2PjTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/o56nbZ1ONg0/s1600-h/IMGP0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194363982006160690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" height="211" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYWhU2PjTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/o56nbZ1ONg0/s400/IMGP0840.JPG" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYXr02PjVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/LsHLF1toKww/s1600-h/IMGP0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194365261906414930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYXr02PjVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/LsHLF1toKww/s400/IMGP0842.JPG" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYYcU2PjWI/AAAAAAAAANE/VvxoxaxH8ns/s1600-h/IMGP0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194366095130070370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYYcU2PjWI/AAAAAAAAANE/VvxoxaxH8ns/s400/IMGP0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYDXU2PjRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FhscRtCBMiA/s1600-h/IMGP0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194342919486541074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYDXU2PjRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FhscRtCBMiA/s400/IMGP0839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SBYdNk2PjXI/AAAAAAAAANM/rZwRCb_HOxg/s1600-h/IMGP0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7258575553481148218-5440071679825135161?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5440071679825135161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=5440071679825135161' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5440071679825135161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5440071679825135161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-living-room-makeover.html' title='Our living room makeover'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/SB4hHk2PjZI/AAAAAAAAANc/FzTIATyx1xo/s72-c/IMGP0843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-8752778233863190577</id><published>2008-01-16T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:42:10.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Lots of fun.  Toys and paper everywhere!  We had a lot of fun with the dinosaur Henry got.  It's amazingly lifelike when it's on Demo, and Wesley wasn't really sure what to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46QgW1AJZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/q9p19Zzhk_U/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156217508943898002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46QgW1AJZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/q9p19Zzhk_U/s400/P1010064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46Qgm1AJaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yWs3llcRR1w/s1600-h/P1010067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156217513238865314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46Qgm1AJaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yWs3llcRR1w/s400/P1010067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my Christmas morning this year actually did not have to do with watching the kids.  The best gift and the biggest, knockout surprise was for James--a MacBook Pro.  It was largely for his research and some of his big upcoming trips, but also something he'll have an immense amount of fun with.  It's a long story, but it had been our long-running joke that that's what he wanted for Christmas and five more years' worth of birthdays, but I had been 100% sure that we're not getting that.  And then, just the Thursday before Christmas, Henry and I were going to finish up some shopping and I realized that there was a PeachMac store in town and that I could be sure of completely surprising James (which can be hard to do) and then a thought that I think was actually a prompting of the Spirit: that my hard-working husband, in the last few months, had already earned it and that it was something I should do and not withhold from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again not to go into endless details but I had the biggest thrill of the Christmas spirit this year getting that computer and hiding it and getting it ready for Christmas morning.   I made sure that the last present to be opened was a family gift of the game Clue, which Henry had opened on his own a few weeks ago.  So James got the unexciting job of opening the rewrapped family present, but of course he didn't know there would be the note under the plastic directing him to look under the couch.  It was a pretty exciting moment.  We had long since lost the boys' attention to their new toys, but I had the best Christmas experience ever of seeing my husband open a gift the made him both go crazy with excitement and choke up and say over and over, "I can't believe it.  I just can't believe it."  I love him so much.  He is deserving of everything good he gets in this life and of so much more as well.  I can't believe I almost didn't get it for him.  Life is short and it could all end tomorrow.  This Christmas was worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46Qg21AJbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vgov_LmqDtQ/s1600-h/P1010080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156217517533832626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46Qg21AJbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vgov_LmqDtQ/s400/P1010080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Santa breakfast was a big  hit.  As you can see, the boys were very excited!  Very, very fun for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46QhG1AJcI/AAAAAAAAALE/IOPhUm-BYTE/s1600-h/P1010071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156217521828799938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46QhG1AJcI/AAAAAAAAALE/IOPhUm-BYTE/s400/P1010071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here is the rest of it--egg nog French toast, eggs, sausage, OJ, and hot cocoa (Henry is obsessed with "hot to-to" and especially if the water comes from a teapot).  It was all super-yummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46QhW1AJdI/AAAAAAAAALM/cG6g3yUjArs/s1600-h/P1010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156217526123767250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46QhW1AJdI/AAAAAAAAALM/cG6g3yUjArs/s400/P1010082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-8752778233863190577?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8752778233863190577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=8752778233863190577' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/8752778233863190577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/8752778233863190577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46QgW1AJZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/q9p19Zzhk_U/s72-c/P1010064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-5970822975485024173</id><published>2008-01-16T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:13:08.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Christmas Eve was very nice this year.  We were planning on spending it by ourselves and I'd made a huge dinner (a little too huge), but our good friends Dave and Shauna Vess (who had been by multiple times that day helping both James and I with secret gifts for each other) didn't have much planned for the evening because of all their relatives joining them the next day, so we had them over at the last minute and it was very fun.  It was the first time I had ever picked out and cooked a real ham myself, and I have to say it was highly successful.  In fact, we all agreed it was about the best ham we'd had, even better than Honeybaked Hams.  I don't remember what it was except that it was some kind of shoulder/picnic type roast and it was the very cheapest kind in all the cases they had at Walmart.  Talk about a lucky pick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46Ge21AJSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/amnOzzHO3kY/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156206488057816354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46Ge21AJSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/amnOzzHO3kY/s400/P1010017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  you can see, our boys are quite reverent.  Ely is one of Henry's best friends.  And yes, that is a can of prune juice by their cups.  Ely and Henry picked them out on their own from our food storage shelves.  Ely did not enjoy his, but Henry, very surprisingly, did and drank the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46GfG1AJTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6W_x276B3Q4/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156206492352783666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46GfG1AJTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6W_x276B3Q4/s400/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little storytime following dinner.  We read "Mr. Willoughby's Christmas Tree" most nights leading up to Christmas.  It's a tradition from James's family, along with Richard Scarry's "The Animals' Merry Christmas" and we enjoy them throughly.  Nothing warms my heart more than hearing James read, "The Little Bear and the Golden Sled" to Henry.  (Wesley has no patience for that long of a story.  Not yet, anyway.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46GfW1AJUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xHwoNuHJA10/s1600-h/P1010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156206496647750978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46GfW1AJUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xHwoNuHJA10/s400/P1010023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's our attempt at a Christmas Eve picture by the stockings.  Wes would not hold still and smile, that little stinker.  So we resorted to other measures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156207033518663026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46G-m1AJXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dyJfMyJWhh4/s400/P1010037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, and here's my big fun thing this year.  I saw an idea in a Southern Living cookbook for a Christmas morning brunch and here's my set-up of it the night before, only we called it "Santa's breakfast."  In addition to having the table set up, there were lights strewn around the room and a curtain over the doorway so that the kids wouldn't notice it until after presents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46Gf21AJWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M0nQ-wkuhDw/s1600-h/P1010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156206505237685602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46Gf21AJWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M0nQ-wkuhDw/s400/P1010041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And &lt;em&gt;voila&lt;/em&gt;!  The powdered-donut Christmas tree.  This was so fun to make.  The balls are on toothpicks stuck into a styrofoam cone.  The ornaments are cranberries.  I had a lot of fun embellishing it.  I've never made anything like this before.  I'm not usually a "presentation" type of person, more like "feed-the-family-and-I'm-done," but this was a fun new project for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156207037813630338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46G-21AJYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CP1h5V5HnEM/s400/P1010059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-5970822975485024173?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5970822975485024173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=5970822975485024173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5970822975485024173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5970822975485024173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R46Ge21AJSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/amnOzzHO3kY/s72-c/P1010017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-7392102994839820279</id><published>2008-01-13T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T15:27:28.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had such a nice time celebrating Christmas this year. It was nice to know we'd have the best of both worlds--staying at home for Christmas and traveling to see both of our families for New Year's. We got to do lots of fun things with the boys--making lots of holiday goodies and going to parties and shopping for each other. We also watched a slug of Christmas movies from the library and on YouTube, making Wesley even more of a movie junkie than he already is. (The first thing he does in the morning is point to the DVD drawer and then to the TV saying, "That, that, that." I promise we don't actually watch that much though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R4qW7W1AJOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Bh0BJEu3RRQ/s1600-h/P1010049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155098669963289826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R4qW7W1AJOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Bh0BJEu3RRQ/s400/P1010049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; In honor of our huge, new living abode, we get a huge, new Christmas tree. We went to Jack's Creek Tree Farm and opted for a huge White Pine, which was on sale, as opposed to the Frazier Fir we usually get or the Leland Cypress that most everyone in the South seems to favor. As you can see, it barely fit in our car yet our awesome Corolla triumphs once again! (I also got a fully-assembled play kitchen in the trunk and brought it home the other day. Who needs a minivan?!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155098665668322514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R4qW7G1AJNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/icJLgjN62UU/s400/P1010044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's our tree all decorated. It turned out OK--it looks good in this picture--but it actually was an interesting tree. I don't think we'll get a white pine again. The branches are too flimsy to hold anything and then when you put ornaments on the branches farther in, they area totally obscured by the soft, grassy pine needles. Hmm. And, as you can see, it was a little too tall, with multiple branches touching the ceiling and the star situated just near the top as opposed to on the top. Plus, it was so fat and full that it took up like 1/4 of the room with its girth and had such a presence that sometimes it felt like an awkward 3rd person in the room that I was leaving out of the conversation. Still, the boys loved it and routinely tore down the bottom third of it. It looked beautiful on Christmas Eve and brought the Christmas spirit in our home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155098682848191746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R4qW8G1AJQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gnOvbmnNhcA/s400/P1010062.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, what kids like Santa when they're this small?  I must admit most Santas we see make me feel a big edgy too.  The mall here actually has an excellent Santa with a real fluffy white beard and friendly smile and who the boys might have a better chance with, but he costs $25 for a photo, no personal cameras please.  So here we are at a different community event and Henry was brave just long enough to tell Santa he'd sent him a letter and to please not forget his younger brother Wes who is too young too write.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R4qW721AJPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KtiGrXrWJWU/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155098678553224434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R4qW721AJPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KtiGrXrWJWU/s400/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R4qW8W1AJRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZH9n2PpWaoo/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-7392102994839820279?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7392102994839820279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=7392102994839820279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/7392102994839820279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/7392102994839820279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/getting-ready-for-christmas.html' title='Getting ready for Christmas'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R4qW7W1AJOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Bh0BJEu3RRQ/s72-c/P1010049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-3650014940319377421</id><published>2007-11-28T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:05:23.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, a lot happened in November. Shortly after our move, I left with the boys to Utah to give James a chance to get some serious work done. The boys got some great bonding time with grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Aunt Amy threw a little tea party for the cousins and they had a wonderful time snacking on little pizzas and cinnamon rolls and sipping miniature glasses of hot chocolate. It was so fun. We also had a great time with Grandma Eyring at the Children's Discovery Center in Gateway Mall in Salt Lake. It was AMAZING! I've never seen such an awesome place for children. I even loved it and got excited about every new thing like the kids did. The boys also just loved playing in the yard and things like running races with Grandma Robertson, back and forth through the house for 30+ min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03xT-hn1_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/K0VOxyz5ptk/s1600-h/P1010040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138028075403433970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03xT-hn1_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/K0VOxyz5ptk/s400/P1010040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139546230782433714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R1NWEQB8GbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Bd5C29BmclM/s400/100_4276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03xUOhn2AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W4osuDfLLGw/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138028079698401282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03xUOhn2AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W4osuDfLLGw/s400/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry was a pretty lucky boy this year. Not only did he get to celebrate his birthday with family this year, but he got two parties--one with his Robertson cousins and one with the Eyring extended family. We had a blast and he got some wonderful gifts from everyone. We had a Little Einsteins theme for his cousins party. I've never spent so long working on a cake--until late into the night--but the look on his face in the morning made every minute worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139546235077401026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R1NWEgB8GcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Wl46UOfSLao/s400/100_4141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03xU-hn2CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Dg6mlE_QWaE/s1600-h/P1010057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138028092583303202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03xU-hn2CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Dg6mlE_QWaE/s400/P1010057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03xVOhn2DI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sUawOGRwtAw/s1600-h/P1010061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138028096878270514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03xVOhn2DI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sUawOGRwtAw/s400/P1010061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139550203627182610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R1NZrgB8GhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bGooVQmeUsY/s400/P1010068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139546247962302930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R1NWFQB8GdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uvaJPj1B7pI/s400/100_4143.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139550225102019106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R1NZswB8GiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xKneflT2DoU/s400/P1010077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the big reason for our visit to Utah was for my brother Kenny's wedding. He married Megan Jaussi from Idaho Falls in the Bountiful Temple. It was a wonderful experience. We were so happy for them. Megan is beautiful and is so fun.  We really liked getting to know her and her family better.   They're awesome.  I hope we get to see them more in the future.  There was a reception in Kaysville the night of the wedding and one the next night in Idaho Falls.  The following morning we drove over to Rexburg for a quick visit.  We got to see the beautiful new Rexburg temple.  I wish we could've gone inside but it won't be finished for another month.  It was fun taking a quick walk down memory lane.  How could it be already 9 years since I started college there?  How could I already be back with a husband and two kids?  At least I don't feel as old as I think I used to picture that stage in life to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139550229396986434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R1NZtAB8GkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/879ucoAkYs4/s400/megan_bridals-0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139555254508722770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R1NeRgB8GlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LEARP4_shFQ/s400/megan_bridals-0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139546273732106738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R1NWGwB8GfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pFB1O1pfgpI/s400/100_4159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139546260847204834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R1NWGAB8GeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pvGdDULyUjs/s400/100_4151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139550229396986418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R1NZtAB8GjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Pr0X23jF2uA/s400/P1010081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks everyone who made our visit so nice!  We love you all a bunch.  Thanks, Mom and Dad Eyring, for making it possible for us to come out.  Congratulations Kenny and Megan and best of luck!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-3650014940319377421?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3650014940319377421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=3650014940319377421' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/3650014940319377421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/3650014940319377421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-happenings.html' title='November happenings'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03xT-hn1_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/K0VOxyz5ptk/s72-c/P1010040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-8619373216525868684</id><published>2007-11-28T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:37:06.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Cherokee Circle.</title><content type='html'>These are just a bunch of pictures we took of our Cherokee Circle neighborhood we took before we moved to the Watkinsville house on Nov. 1.  It was sad.  We've been in that original basement apartment for four years.  I brought my babies home to that little blue bedroom with the cute little whale James painted on the wall.  We've been on a thousand walks to the two oak trees and to Athens Academy next door.  It felt like a little piece of heaven to me--so many happy memories.  We were sad to say goodbye even though we're not even leaving Athens yet--now that is going to be tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03q4uhn13I/AAAAAAAAAGM/koufu0enp-w/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138021010182231922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03q4uhn13I/AAAAAAAAAGM/koufu0enp-w/s400/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03q4-hn14I/AAAAAAAAAGU/IAI4uQM3sPA/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138021014477199234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03q4-hn14I/AAAAAAAAAGU/IAI4uQM3sPA/s400/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03q5Ohn15I/AAAAAAAAAGc/bqtPWBnRAjk/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138021018772166546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03q5Ohn15I/AAAAAAAAAGc/bqtPWBnRAjk/s400/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03q5ehn16I/AAAAAAAAAGk/0XSW1TIqqWE/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138021023067133858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03q5ehn16I/AAAAAAAAAGk/0XSW1TIqqWE/s400/P1010024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03q5-hn17I/AAAAAAAAAGs/oFBXpOJxFWU/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138021031657068466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03q5-hn17I/AAAAAAAAAGs/oFBXpOJxFWU/s400/P1010027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138022616500000722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03sWOhn19I/AAAAAAAAAG8/r9JGafC79JQ/s400/P1010030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138022612205033410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03sV-hn18I/AAAAAAAAAG0/JdCVvELwFjo/s400/P1010031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138022620794968034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03sWehn1-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Jwcbpvgjljc/s400/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&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/7258575553481148218-8619373216525868684?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8619373216525868684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=8619373216525868684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/8619373216525868684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/8619373216525868684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/goodbye-cherokee-circle.html' title='Goodbye Cherokee Circle.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03q4uhn13I/AAAAAAAAAGM/koufu0enp-w/s72-c/P1010003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-3409890806679564922</id><published>2007-11-28T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:21:46.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I post October happenings near the end of November. The time-lapse that is very true to my way of doing things. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, we had a good time at the Watkinsville Fall Festival again this year. James ran the 5k again and got an excellent time as usual. Henry loved the hay ride, and of course we all loved the funnel cake. Yum! We went to a performance by the Georgia Gymdogs (gymnastics) who are the current national champions and I got to talk to Courtney Kupets (you might remember her from the last Olympics--I think she got a few silver medals.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03foOhn1oI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dALnmzUzf_Y/s1600-h/P1010071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138008632086484610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03foOhn1oI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dALnmzUzf_Y/s400/P1010071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03Xm-hn1lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SXWqsEawqzs/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137999814518625874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03Xm-hn1lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SXWqsEawqzs/s400/P1010073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03XnOhn1mI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LwBJpQfG_jc/s1600-h/P1010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137999818813593186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03XnOhn1mI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LwBJpQfG_jc/s400/P1010075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03Xnehn1nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hQGBYrSbwfs/s1600-h/P1010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137999823108560498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03Xnehn1nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hQGBYrSbwfs/s400/P1010077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, nothing special about these pictures except for my cute boys. The first one shows our messy house when we were all sick. I thought Wesley was pretty cute watching the movie. And James and Henry taking five together but Henry woke up just as I was taking the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138011599908886178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03iU-hn1qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NLXb-Tj0cLg/s400/P1010042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138011595613918866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03iUuhn1pI/AAAAAAAAAEc/p8dL6_qAXxs/s400/P1010045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course there was pumpkin picking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138013330780706498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03j5uhn1sI/AAAAAAAAAE0/h88nD1tqSao/s400/P1010044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138013335075673810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03j5-hn1tI/AAAAAAAAAE8/60cc5vAdDRE/s400/P1010053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138013339370641122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03j6Ohn1uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WZxW70dm13A/s400/P1010054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there was Halloween. Henry was a knight/Prince Phillip (from Sleeping Beauty). He had a great time running around the ward Trunk-or-Treat with his sword in one hand and a sucker in the other. Several of his friends were also either knights in shining armor or princesses. Some of the pictures are also from his "school" group and the rest are from Halloween night. Wes had a pretty good Halloween too, once he got used to his mane. He went through about 4 or 5 suckers while we were trick-or-treating--what a treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138016637905524466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03m6Ohn1vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8dIHIKjB1aw/s400/P1010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138016655085393666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03m7Ohn1wI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jUoSliB2U2Y/s400/P1010025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138016659380360978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03m7ehn1xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TVqfFiSVW2s/s400/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138016667970295586" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03o0Ohn12I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Nx082OZPdQk/s400/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03Wn-hn1jI/AAAAAAAAADs/a6lI1-WhBAY/s1600-h/P1010071.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7258575553481148218-3409890806679564922?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3409890806679564922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=3409890806679564922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/3409890806679564922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/3409890806679564922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/october-happenings.html' title='October happenings'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03foOhn1oI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dALnmzUzf_Y/s72-c/P1010071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-8479973317704883616</id><published>2007-11-28T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:23:01.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wesley's Birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03LWuhn1fI/AAAAAAAAADM/X9l68wnI0Qs/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137986341206218226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03LWuhn1fI/AAAAAAAAADM/X9l68wnI0Qs/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, better late than never. We've had a ton going on the past few months, but I have to at least say a bit about some of it and post some pictures. Wesley celebrated his 1st birthday on October 1st. Instead of a huge shin-dig like we did for Henry's first birthday, we just did things as a family and had ou&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03H_uhn1ZI/AAAAAAAAACc/lTVFgQJACs0/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r landlords down for cake in the evening, and actually, IT WAS GREAT! I loved doing it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03LXOhn1gI/AAAAAAAAADU/TcGuWRA4vhA/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137986349796152834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03LXOhn1gI/AAAAAAAAADU/TcGuWRA4vhA/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley loved his presents--thanks so much everyone. We also had an interesting, yet delicious cake. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03LXehn1hI/AAAAAAAAADc/ma7NraLmx7I/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137986354091120146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03LXehn1hI/AAAAAAAAADc/ma7NraLmx7I/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I was gone helping Wesley, Henry decided to squeeze nearly the whole dropper of yellow food coloring into my bowl of frosting. So we had an EXTREMELY yellow cake with seagreen clouds. Luckily the cake itself was amazingly one of my better creations so that made up in part for the color.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03IAehn1aI/AAAAAAAAACk/YJ9WHHvBm6w/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03IBOhn1bI/AAAAAAAAACs/bo9Ot7Mcl6w/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03LXuhn1iI/AAAAAAAAADk/iEkI-v0F_cM/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137986358386087458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03LXuhn1iI/AAAAAAAAADk/iEkI-v0F_cM/s320/P1010022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03IBuhn1cI/AAAAAAAAAC0/P65Dv6QCMj8/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wesley dug in pretty well. It was a fun day. He is such an amazing wonderful boy. His personality is just like his cake--amazingly sunny and and sweet and happy and with a little bit of a kick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03Khuhn1eI/AAAAAAAAADE/-aWXvhyGj-Q/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137985430673151458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03Khuhn1eI/AAAAAAAAADE/-aWXvhyGj-Q/s320/P1010032.JPG" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-8479973317704883616?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8479973317704883616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=8479973317704883616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/8479973317704883616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/8479973317704883616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/wesleys-birthday-well-better-late-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/R03LWuhn1fI/AAAAAAAAADM/X9l68wnI0Qs/s72-c/P1010007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-2875875411725307888</id><published>2007-10-30T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:18:05.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new home at Maple Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfweXEvZiI/AAAAAAAAACE/vYYfo9s-IDU/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127331105165239842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfweXEvZiI/AAAAAAAAACE/vYYfo9s-IDU/s320/P1010047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfwenEvZjI/AAAAAAAAACM/vNXSQalhBpc/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127331109460207154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfwenEvZjI/AAAAAAAAACM/vNXSQalhBpc/s320/P1010048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is--our home in another day or two.  Can you see why I'm so excited?  Is it not the epitome of CUTE?  Not to mention SPACE, glorious space inside and out.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfwe3EvZkI/AAAAAAAAACU/bdN80AsJOU8/s1600-h/P1010049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127331113755174466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfwe3EvZkI/AAAAAAAAACU/bdN80AsJOU8/s320/P1010049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfvznEvZdI/AAAAAAAAABc/CjysMWL4Au8/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127330370725832146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfvznEvZdI/AAAAAAAAABc/CjysMWL4Au8/s320/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfvz3EvZeI/AAAAAAAAABk/xtvNXrgc8d0/s1600-h/P1010035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127330375020799458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfvz3EvZeI/AAAAAAAAABk/xtvNXrgc8d0/s320/P1010035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kitchen is so huge compared to what we've been used to.  The cabinets are all really nice inside and are my favorite color--dark cherry wood.  I can hardly wait to fill all those cupboards--no more dishes on bookshelves in my bedroom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfv0HEvZfI/AAAAAAAAABs/3Un71K91dl0/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127330379315766770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfv0HEvZfI/AAAAAAAAABs/3Un71K91dl0/s320/P1010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfv0XEvZgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oiJktTbJyWs/s1600-h/P1010040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127330383610734082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfv0XEvZgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oiJktTbJyWs/s320/P1010040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the two upstairs bedrooms and also a view of the front room and front door.  I love the little attic window nook in the boys' room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfv0nEvZhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/235NxCAUjqw/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127330387905701394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfv0nEvZhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/235NxCAUjqw/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfunXEvZYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7wW9zGLiFvw/s1600-h/P1010028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127329060760806786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfunXEvZYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7wW9zGLiFvw/s320/P1010028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfun3EvZZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o_6GIk6ZKi4/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127329069350741394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfun3EvZZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o_6GIk6ZKi4/s320/P1010029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfuoXEvZaI/AAAAAAAAABE/298MxDzEw60/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127329077940676002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfuoXEvZaI/AAAAAAAAABE/298MxDzEw60/s320/P1010031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The yard is lined on both sides with trees and there are sheds and a dogrun in the back that create a natural division from the houses behind us.  And it's in the country on a culdesac so there's very little concern about the road in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfuonEvZbI/AAAAAAAAABM/N2xs7x0JvPY/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127329082235643314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfuonEvZbI/AAAAAAAAABM/N2xs7x0JvPY/s320/P1010032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfuo3EvZcI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ako1kh6V9LE/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127329086530610626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/Ryfuo3EvZcI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ako1kh6V9LE/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm really glad we were able to find a place that would allow us to keep the swingset we were recently given.  Also, the deck is an awesome bonus--so we still have a place for James's grill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you can see that there's a place for the table in the kitchen.  These doors go to the downstairs bedroom (which will be an office/playroom), a bathroom, a pantry, and a large laundry room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly feel hugely blessed that we were able to find this place and that it felt right and that all the pieces fell into place for us to move there.  Of course, we will be paying a lot more than we have been and it is farther from UGA, but in general I feel like it's a huge blessing from Heavenly Father.  A blessing and an opportunity.  Now all we need if for all of you who live far away to come on down to Georgia and visit us!  You're always welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7258575553481148218-2875875411725307888?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2875875411725307888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=2875875411725307888' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/2875875411725307888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/2875875411725307888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-new-home-at-maple-circle.html' title='Our new home at Maple Circle'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyfweXEvZiI/AAAAAAAAACE/vYYfo9s-IDU/s72-c/P1010047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-5676897546699704261</id><published>2007-10-27T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:21:39.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My beautiful, happy boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyQAD3EvZUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X04ZlCcJYTM/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126222342177908034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyQAD3EvZUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X04ZlCcJYTM/s320/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyQAEHEvZVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/B56q7W4H_gc/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126222346472875346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyQAEHEvZVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/B56q7W4H_gc/s320/P1010017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyQAEXEvZWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yEMmz5zafRI/s1600-h/P1010052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126222350767842658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyQAEXEvZWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yEMmz5zafRI/s320/P1010052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyQAE3EvZXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Yp4spPweFzk/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126222359357777266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyQAE3EvZXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Yp4spPweFzk/s320/P1010047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyP_gXEvZTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wdAe4L1Hkh8/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126221732292551986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyP_gXEvZTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wdAe4L1Hkh8/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-5676897546699704261?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5676897546699704261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=5676897546699704261' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5676897546699704261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/5676897546699704261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-beautiful-happy-boys.html' title='My beautiful, happy boys'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmI4lym8I_Y/RyQAD3EvZUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X04ZlCcJYTM/s72-c/P1010011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258575553481148218.post-632123752242887500</id><published>2007-10-27T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:12:05.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We finally did it.</title><content type='html'>OK, it's here.  We've made our blog.  Now let's see if I can keep it up without me neglecting the kitchen even more than I already do.  I don't have time tonight but maybe just for starters I'll put up a bunch of pictures of our beautiful boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7258575553481148218-632123752242887500?l=emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/632123752242887500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7258575553481148218&amp;postID=632123752242887500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/632123752242887500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7258575553481148218/posts/default/632123752242887500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyrobertsonblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-finally-did-it.html' title='We finally did it.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12678634315943347861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDH63zrdIV8/TXcYM-0LztI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wsKOxmfCEF4/s220/IMGP7482.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
