<?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-16880397</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:24:31.860-07:00</updated><category term='General Family'/><title type='text'>Entering Thornton</title><subtitle type='html'>A Place for Family and Friends</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-2509856374259329217</id><published>2008-12-03T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:29:45.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Old</title><content type='html'>We had a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. My nephew is doing great in his first semester down at Texas A&amp;amp;M, Tracy's parents were able to come down and help us celebrate Thanksgiving, and Karis turned one on Thanksgiving Day this year (please note it loaded these pictures in backwards...so if you want correct time progression you have to start from the bottom):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STai0VhnlRI/AAAAAAAAASo/mN0CIQsR5Mc/s1600-h/IMG_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275583033526162706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STai0VhnlRI/AAAAAAAAASo/mN0CIQsR5Mc/s320/IMG_1247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This is How it Works&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next morning big brothers were still making sure little sister knew how things worked. She has that look on her face like she is saying, "Can you please tell them that I know how to do it?"  Get used to it, Karis. I don't think it's going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STai0HpW7HI/AAAAAAAAASg/p4GzPGs7P9Y/s1600-h/S6300529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275583029800529010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STai0HpW7HI/AAAAAAAAASg/p4GzPGs7P9Y/s320/S6300529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lots of Help&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few presents later things were still progressing slowly, so second big brother Chase decided to help out as well. I don't think we have to worry about big brothers watching out for little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STaizr1QK3I/AAAAAAAAASY/rhgqAsjl22E/s1600-h/S6300521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275583022334225266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STaizr1QK3I/AAAAAAAAASY/rhgqAsjl22E/s320/S6300521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;First Birthday Gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like all one-year-olds, Karis was a bit slow going on ripping into her first present. This would explain why big brother Ryan is on the way to help teach her how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STaiy3qRWZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZLrGBzwGyIA/s1600-h/S6300519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275583008329521554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STaiy3qRWZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZLrGBzwGyIA/s320/S6300519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Birthday Cupcakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I always do cupcakes for the kids' first birthday - it is easier for them to handle when they are eating. Karis could have cared less about her cupcakes. She was too excited about the fact that she was getting to crawl around the kitchen table (with Grandparents stationed at each side). FYI - Ryan made the banner behind Karis all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STaiyiCLRMI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZF-bPB8RIBU/s1600-h/100_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275583002524206274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STaiyiCLRMI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZF-bPB8RIBU/s320/100_3018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Our Famous Birthday Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We emailed Karis' picture into KPTV for their first birthdays announcement, then we tivo'd it so we could freeze the frame and look at it through out the day. I have no clue why but I was so excited to see her picture on t.v.! Isn't that funny how you get all excited when you see someone you know on tv (that is for good reasons...), especially your family? Like when they come out to Canby High for some high school football footage and we scan the crowd to see if there are any people that we know on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-2509856374259329217?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/2509856374259329217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=2509856374259329217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2509856374259329217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2509856374259329217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-year-old.html' title='One Year Old'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STai0VhnlRI/AAAAAAAAASo/mN0CIQsR5Mc/s72-c/IMG_1247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-5958193664440498376</id><published>2008-12-02T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:08:49.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Costumes</title><content type='html'>Boy - November went by really fast! I've got some catching up to do. Here are some Halloween pictures to start us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STVMRHv6bXI/AAAAAAAAASA/kZ2durKzQzQ/s1600-h/S6300500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275206395555900786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STVMRHv6bXI/AAAAAAAAASA/kZ2durKzQzQ/s320/S6300500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Batman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan was Batman this year, and he played the part well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STVMQtfe1ZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/PsSQGyOz2XM/s1600-h/S6300498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275206388507661714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STVMQtfe1ZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/PsSQGyOz2XM/s320/S6300498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mickey Mouse&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chase was less than thrilled with his costume. This is the best picture I could get in between crying spells. He wouldn't even let me put any makeup on to make him look more Mickey-like. Amazingly enough, he was in a great mood the whole time we were Trick-or-Treating...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STVMQQXg5VI/AAAAAAAAARw/E2aV17Dd_4g/s1600-h/S6300490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275206380689614162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STVMQQXg5VI/AAAAAAAAARw/E2aV17Dd_4g/s320/S6300490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Duckie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Karis was a duck (the same costume that Chase wore last year). It's a good thing she wore it this year because I think she'll be too big for it next year. She wasn't very thrilled with her costume either, especially the feet...but at least she wasn't driven to tears like her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/16880397-5958193664440498376?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/5958193664440498376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=5958193664440498376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/5958193664440498376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/5958193664440498376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/12/halloween-costumes.html' title='Halloween Costumes'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/STVMRHv6bXI/AAAAAAAAASA/kZ2durKzQzQ/s72-c/S6300500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-7696127119262996056</id><published>2008-10-12T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T06:40:20.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SPH9ouEGG4I/AAAAAAAAARg/pHUNjqFbV-M/s1600-h/COUCH_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256261116119882626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SPH9ouEGG4I/AAAAAAAAARg/pHUNjqFbV-M/s320/COUCH_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SPH9owJVpNI/AAAAAAAAARo/kixt-Jk_YXk/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256261116678743250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SPH9owJVpNI/AAAAAAAAARo/kixt-Jk_YXk/s320/kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at the difference eight months can make!  I think the first picture was taken when Karis was about two months old.  Now she's getting close to eleven months and everyone around here is getting big, big, bigger!  Time sure flies.&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/16880397-7696127119262996056?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/7696127119262996056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=7696127119262996056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/7696127119262996056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/7696127119262996056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/10/growth.html' title='Growth'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SPH9ouEGG4I/AAAAAAAAARg/pHUNjqFbV-M/s72-c/COUCH_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-1214339221247832133</id><published>2008-10-10T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:52:41.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Barn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SO-9J4ZkooI/AAAAAAAAARI/YtJDN-FikxQ/s1600-h/chase+and+ryan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255627267620774530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SO-9J4ZkooI/AAAAAAAAARI/YtJDN-FikxQ/s320/chase+and+ryan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you see all these pumpkins, Mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SO-9K8UIR8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/KpGxItnwxPQ/s1600-h/Karis+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255627285851555778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SO-9K8UIR8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/KpGxItnwxPQ/s320/Karis+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is this stuff poking my bottom?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SO-9LPV5W5I/AAAAAAAAARY/ZrCAAnZJNCg/s1600-h/pumpkin+barn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255627290959240082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SO-9LPV5W5I/AAAAAAAAARY/ZrCAAnZJNCg/s320/pumpkin+barn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin Barn, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One of my favorite things about October is the Pumpkin Barn. My mom has a friend that runs a fruit and vegetable stand out of one of her sheds on 13th Street, right on the edge of Canby. Every October they fill the end with straw and pumpkins. It is a great place to go pick out our pumpkins: one - because the prices are great, (we got four small pumpkins, including one white pumpkin, and three very large pumpkins for carving for only $7.00), and two - because it is dry and usually not busy so I can make my family pose for picture after picture after picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One year we waited until the third week of October to get our pumpkins. We arrived at the Pumpkin Barn only to find it was closed for the season. Apparently Bettie closes down as soon as all the pumpkins are sold. Ryan and I were devastated...and we ended up paying $12.00 for three pumpkins at some other place over by my parents house. Needless to say we now get our pumpkins the first weekend in October no matter what. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Karis was initiated this year and her favorite part was the straw (as was her brothers' when they were less than a year old at the Pumpkin Barn). Technically this is Karis' second year at the Pumpkin Barn as I was VERY pregnant with her this time last year. How time flies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-1214339221247832133?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/1214339221247832133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=1214339221247832133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/1214339221247832133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/1214339221247832133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-barn.html' title='The Pumpkin Barn'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SO-9J4ZkooI/AAAAAAAAARI/YtJDN-FikxQ/s72-c/chase+and+ryan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-2752298520055374221</id><published>2008-10-08T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:04:52.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frost on the Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SO08Hm97uoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/J-aRilHEvY8/s1600-h/cold+friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254922441628301954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SO08Hm97uoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/J-aRilHEvY8/s320/cold+friends.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know it's cold outside when these two are snuggling.  Usually Daisy is 'loving' Fred by putting Fred's head in her mouth and tossing the poor cat around for a few minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-2752298520055374221?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/2752298520055374221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=2752298520055374221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2752298520055374221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2752298520055374221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/10/frost-on-pumpkins.html' title='Frost on the Pumpkins'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SO08Hm97uoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/J-aRilHEvY8/s72-c/cold+friends.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-1679701169225208192</id><published>2008-09-20T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:38:30.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Fall</title><content type='html'>Well, we had a soccer game this morning, we're watching college football this evening, and I've spent the day doing things inside and DIDN'T feel guilty because the weather was cloudy and gray. All I need to do now is dig out my pumpkin bread recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no post, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy for sure. Ryan started Kindergarten and soccer AND had an extra permanent tooth pulled out (story for later this week when I can give it the time it deserves). Chase is talking up a storm and can drive his John Deere tractor like a true farm kid. Karis is 97% for height and has five teeth. The doctor even warned me about having a big baby and how people will expect her to be able to do things she's not old enough to do. We've gone camping, visited the fair, went up to Oroville for 4th of July, and many other fun and interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy has become a full-on truck driver - when someone is sick he takes to the road. And I am now a soccer coach, a Kindergarten volunteer, a member of the PTA, and have just volunteered to be in charge of our church's wonderful Advent celebration for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a lot to cover in the following weeks, I know. But for now, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SNWklOTvC-I/AAAAAAAAALc/RClVD7Vy8ag/s1600-h/S6300084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248281900173167586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SNWklOTvC-I/AAAAAAAAALc/RClVD7Vy8ag/s320/S6300084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I lost my first tooth (and it's not the one that got pulled)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SNWklXtamYI/AAAAAAAAALk/X8FEOfANuMY/s1600-h/S6300347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248281902696798594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SNWklXtamYI/AAAAAAAAALk/X8FEOfANuMY/s320/S6300347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan on the run!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SNWkl1zkhpI/AAAAAAAAALs/Z7wqwRsRXDM/s1600-h/S6300153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248281910775678610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SNWkl1zkhpI/AAAAAAAAALs/Z7wqwRsRXDM/s320/S6300153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karis ready for some fun in the sun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SNWkmBrc9wI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OUMQC4lIwik/s1600-h/S6300254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248281913962854146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SNWkmBrc9wI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OUMQC4lIwik/s320/S6300254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase enjoys a Twinkie at the campsite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SNWkm2boNMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PB2CcXaX3bI/s1600-h/S6300306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248281928123561154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SNWkm2boNMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PB2CcXaX3bI/s320/S6300306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Totally saving this for when she hits fifteen.&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/16880397-1679701169225208192?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/1679701169225208192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=1679701169225208192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/1679701169225208192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/1679701169225208192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-fall.html' title='Welcome to Fall'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SNWklOTvC-I/AAAAAAAAALc/RClVD7Vy8ag/s72-c/S6300084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-990903415966314689</id><published>2008-06-03T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:19.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Our New Kitchen</title><content type='html'>Ok, for those who never had the pleasure of seeing our old kitchen in all its glory, here are a few pictures to give you an idea. I couldn't find any pictures of just the kitchen. Can you blame me? Would you want to remember this kitchen?  But here are a few of the kids that give you a good idea of what we were living with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX_mwRDYFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LNq5TEKaNrA/s1600-h/DSC01936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207849585380384850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX_mwRDYFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LNq5TEKaNrA/s320/DSC01936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of Chase and Grandma eating some blueberries. Please note the wood paneling, the 40-year-old linoleum, and the lovely stained cabinets with formica counter tops...and we're not talking the nice formica, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX_nOtfrhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2Z--Jv51KmY/s1600-h/DSC01942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207849593552743954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX_nOtfrhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2Z--Jv51KmY/s320/DSC01942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one shows Ryan enjoying some cake batter. This is another great shot of the cabinets and the floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX_nagH0fI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2dEfTfcK_NA/s1600-h/DSC02595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207849596717879794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX_nagH0fI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2dEfTfcK_NA/s320/DSC02595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX_no9rQMI/AAAAAAAAALE/B7jfnwNVhN4/s1600-h/DSC02596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207849600599933122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX_no9rQMI/AAAAAAAAALE/B7jfnwNVhN4/s320/DSC02596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You've seen these two pictures before, but it a good view of how much of the wall we actually tore out. Also, the part of the room where you can see the furnace ducts - there was a brick wall there that Tracy tore out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here we go...I'm not even going to comment, I'm just going to let you look and enjoy. Keep in mind that the kitchen and dining room were connected by a small doorway, and the refrigerator was on the other side of the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX7SVls5KI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mHgRi24ttIw/s1600-h/DSC02796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207844836575339682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX7SVls5KI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mHgRi24ttIw/s320/DSC02796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX7Snomw-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/SrIP31Hi5mo/s1600-h/DSC02797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207844841419359202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX7Snomw-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/SrIP31Hi5mo/s320/DSC02797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX6z3WEsOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_HO9ekJtCUw/s1600-h/DSC02791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207844313060651234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX6z3WEsOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_HO9ekJtCUw/s320/DSC02791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX60eBYoMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wvRd8FNUSfU/s1600-h/DSC02792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207844323442860226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX60eBYoMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wvRd8FNUSfU/s320/DSC02792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX60uUVAZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-iVlCP8dixw/s1600-h/DSC02793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207844327817281938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX60uUVAZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-iVlCP8dixw/s320/DSC02793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX60_UdtcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/a6FZIs9f5Uw/s1600-h/DSC02794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207844332381255106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX60_UdtcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/a6FZIs9f5Uw/s320/DSC02794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX61JTBYOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kOkiaEN99uI/s1600-h/DSC02795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207844335059558626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX61JTBYOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kOkiaEN99uI/s320/DSC02795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we LOVE it.&lt;br /&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/16880397-990903415966314689?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/990903415966314689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=990903415966314689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/990903415966314689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/990903415966314689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/06/introducing-our-new-kitchen.html' title='Introducing Our New Kitchen'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SEX_mwRDYFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LNq5TEKaNrA/s72-c/DSC01936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-924715969919228496</id><published>2008-05-28T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:20.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On to the Next Step</title><content type='html'>Tonight Ryan graduated from Preschool; his first big milestone on the road of education.  I didn't go to preschool when I was his age.  I grew up in the dark ages where you just went to Kindergarten right out of the chute and didn't have to know your alphabet to get accepted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SD472gqdyjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/m4i1XqEqWdY/s1600-h/S6300053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205664026953894450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SD472gqdyjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/m4i1XqEqWdY/s320/S6300053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Women go Crazy for a Sharp Dressed Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan picked out the shirt and tie himself.  The shirt actually came with a clip-on tie, but he also wanted to get a real tie.  I guess even at five a man needs to have options when getting dressed up for a big event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SD473AqdykI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Aq1QbCmRNW0/s1600-h/S6300054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205664035543829058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SD473AqdykI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Aq1QbCmRNW0/s320/S6300054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Too Cool for School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is downstairs in the basement getting ready for the ceremony.  The teachers made the hats for all the children.  They even measured each of their heads so they would have a perfect fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SD467wqdyhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bKKI-r1-HaA/s1600-h/S6300059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205663017636579858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SD467wqdyhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bKKI-r1-HaA/s320/S6300059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting his Bible and Diploma from his Teacher&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan had the best teachers:  Mrs. Brands and Mrs. Graves.  Mrs. Brands is actually retiring after this year, so neither Chase or Karis will have her - which is a shame.  But Ryan was lucky enough to have her both years AND Mrs. Graves will hopefully still be there by the time Chase and Karis go to Preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SD468AqdyiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/glIrxwhL7aE/s1600-h/S6300057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205663021931547170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SD468AqdyiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/glIrxwhL7aE/s320/S6300057.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm only here for the popcorn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Chase was also dressed to impress...even though he would not pose with his brother or let me take his picture.  I had to take this picture covert style when he wasn't looking...which explains Grandpa's tummy.  Chase's favorite part of the evening was the cookies and punch afterwards.  He hit a milestone tonight as well as he learned to drink from a cup all by himself.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Karis was also dressed up for the evening, but the only shot I got of her was a very unflattering close-up with her eyes half closed and her tongue sticking out.  Someday when she is a teenager and she thinks I am the meanest mom in the world because I won't let her do something all her friends are doing, I'll remind her that I didn't post that picture.&lt;br /&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/16880397-924715969919228496?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/924715969919228496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=924715969919228496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/924715969919228496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/924715969919228496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-to-next-step.html' title='On to the Next Step'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SD472gqdyjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/m4i1XqEqWdY/s72-c/S6300053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-8214830861202805586</id><published>2008-05-25T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:21.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First of Many</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that you all have been patiently waiting for updates on everything, or maybe you've been waiting for any update at all... I apologize, but things here have been more than busy. I know you want to see pictures of the new kitchen, or perhaps maybe find out how my mom is doing, or if Tracy got his CDL. I have a lot to catch up on, I am aware. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So - since I don't have the time or the energy tonight to tackle the big issues, I'll put some recent pictures of the kids up so you can see how they are doing. Here are some of my favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KARIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo4CAqdyeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VM3-sMYuIQ4/s1600-h/S6300022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204533926569036258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo4CAqdyeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VM3-sMYuIQ4/s320/S6300022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karis is getting big, big, big. She can roll over quite easily now, and always has a smile on her face. Even when she is really upset, I can usually get her to smile in between cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo3jwqdyZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/l_KKOybNuqo/s1600-h/S6300023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204533406877993362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo3jwqdyZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/l_KKOybNuqo/s320/S6300023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although not seen in either of these two pictures, she has recently decided that she really likes to stick her tongue out ALL THE TIME. It is the cutest thing, and since she realized that it makes everyone laugh and smile she does it even more. We just had her six month old pictures taken, and one of the best ones was with her tongue sticking out. She'll be so proud of that one when she's 16. Hee hee - being Mom is good sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHASE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo3kAqdyaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UWg_B4eVH_Q/s1600-h/DSC02788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204533411172960674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo3kAqdyaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UWg_B4eVH_Q/s320/DSC02788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chase has decided that he would like to live on snack food and never eat anything healthy...ever. It has been fun battling him over this, and due to his stubbornness, he has seen a few bedtimes with no snack and little to no dinner. We have decided that he not only gets his good looks from his dad (see above picture), but also his eating habits. He has also started talking a lot lately. He is very polite and says thank you and sorry all the time. I think he has decided that he doesn't want Mom continually hounding him with the infamous question: "And what do you say?" That is Ryan's favorite question, I'm sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYAN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo8IAqdyfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3HvI48Iissk/s1600-h/DSC02789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204538427694762482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo8IAqdyfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3HvI48Iissk/s320/DSC02789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY BLUE MOHAWK!!!!! Enough said, right? &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo3lQqdycI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NoX8RNWv_ss/s1600-h/DSC02790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204533432647797186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo3lQqdycI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NoX8RNWv_ss/s320/DSC02790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After asking him for over a month, just to be sure, we decided that Ryan could get a mohawk, a blue mohawk. Sometime this week it will become a crazy blonde tipped mohawk, though, so we can change the colors when we want to. This is a summer haircut for Ryan. Since his alopecia came back and he was almost up to 50% hair loss again anyway, we decided he could have whatever haircut he wanted. The best thing about this haircut, besides the fact that he LOVES it, is that people actually make positive comments to him about his hair now. I cannot tell you how wonderful it is for him to hear, "Hey, cool haircut," instead of, "What is wrong with his hair?" I know Ryan is happier about the reason why people stare at his hair now. That is worth any haircut in my opinion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEGAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo3lgqdydI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XNwkPfrZ3G8/s1600-h/DSC02712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204533436942764498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo3lgqdydI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XNwkPfrZ3G8/s320/DSC02712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so Megan isn't one of my three children, but she is my ONLY niece and we were lucky enough to have her come down and spend some time with us in March...even if it was just for the shopping. Here she is holding a much smaller Karis. She's probably going to kill Aunt Denise for posting her picture. Too bad she lives so far away and can't do anything about it. We love you, Megan. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. My mom is doing GREAT. Thank you everyone who sent love and prayers our way. I will update on her within the next few days. Our kitchen is wonderful - pictures before the end of the week. And last but not least, Tracy can drive the big rigs on his own. Woo hoo, another trucker in the family, just the way we like it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-8214830861202805586?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/8214830861202805586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=8214830861202805586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/8214830861202805586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/8214830861202805586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-of-many.html' title='First of Many'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SDo4CAqdyeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VM3-sMYuIQ4/s72-c/S6300022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-3147031848580928748</id><published>2008-04-25T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T06:31:14.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 17th, 2008</title><content type='html'>April 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008 will be a day that I will always remember.  That is the day my mother was officially diagnosed with breast cancer.  She was extremely fortunate to find it very early on and so there is a very good percentage that she will get through this ordeal completely cured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amen and Glory!" as Ryan says at the end of his prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen and Glory indeed.  I have much to be thankful for these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a person that avoids the thought of not having my parents around.  I watched my grandmother die of colon cancer...and until the last week I kept telling myself that she would live for another six to twelve months.  I knew she was terminal, but my mind had just decided it wasn't anywhere in the near future.  Then one day I went to visit and there was no denying she was near the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my grandparents very much, but I know they are much happier now because at the end their bodies couldn't let them do the things they wanted to do with their time.  And I know that they look out for our family on a daily basis.  And I'm sure my grandfather is telling my children to EAT SLOW and WALK SLOW and TEASE YOUR MOM.  How else would a five-year-old and a two-year-old be able to do the things they do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I miss my grandparents, I cannot fathom losing my parents or Tracy's parents.  I understand that eventually someday I will have to face this, and it will be a good thing as they will be with other loved ones and our Father - but selfishly I will miss them beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though it sounds like a happy ending, there is still a long road ahead, and I would ask everyone to pray for my mom, her doctors, and our family as we go down it together.  And mostly pray for me to be strong for my mom.  She has been there for me more times than I can count, and I'm sure many times I am not even aware of - so I hope this time I am there for her in the many ways she may need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be ready for me to bug you to start walking for the cure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-3147031848580928748?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/3147031848580928748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=3147031848580928748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/3147031848580928748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/3147031848580928748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-17th-2008.html' title='April 17th, 2008'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-1213322284393851616</id><published>2008-04-18T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:21.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SAiokcj1hgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vi57D5OTUKg/s1600-h/COUCH_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190583914639754754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SAiokcj1hgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vi57D5OTUKg/s400/COUCH_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SAioGcj1hfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/I5donjEzH9c/s1600-h/COUCH_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is on the side bar as well, but I just think it is so funny that you needed to see it a little bit bigger. Obviously mornings are more fun when you are four months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-1213322284393851616?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/1213322284393851616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=1213322284393851616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/1213322284393851616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/1213322284393851616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-time.html' title='Morning Time'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/SAiokcj1hgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vi57D5OTUKg/s72-c/COUCH_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-7318544061552454182</id><published>2008-04-17T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:43:29.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's April Already?</title><content type='html'>The kitchen is done...well, almost done.  We still need to paint all the new trim...but it is all put together.  It looks so different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say, "Yeah - where are the pictures?!?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know - I'll try to get some taken and up tomorrow (now that I remembered I have a blog and I really need to make entries on a timely basis).  Meanwhile, we have a 75 degree day and we realize that our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;air conditioner&lt;/span&gt; isn't working the way it should, like AT ALL, so we call in someone to service our furnace and AC unit.  Now, keep in mind that our furnace is a 30-year-old oil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;belcher&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looks at the furnace for a while and tells us not to waste any money on it.  Plus, it is leaking CO2.  GREAT!  On top of that our AC unit needs about $500 plus worth of work.  Guess who is using space heaters until our new furnace/AC unit is installed next week?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That'd&lt;/span&gt; be us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but the home improvement doesn't stop there.  We also have an electrical panel that doesn't flip the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doohickey&lt;/span&gt; when you, for example, stick a screwdriver in an electrical outlet.  No, this time it wasn't me who tried this but our contractor.  He melted his screwdriver and it still didn't flip to turn off the power.  That's safe.  So we are getting our electrical panel switched out on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we decided that maybe it was time to have the ducts cleaned out, since not only did we remodel the whole inside of our house over the past two years but it is a safe bet that the previous owners didn't clean them out since they were installed, oh, thirty years ago.  (The furnace guy thinks our furnace was installed around 1972...that would actually make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;belcher&lt;/span&gt; 36 years old...that would be seven years older than me since I am still 29.)  I called the duct cleaning place and told them under no circumstances, no matter how interestingly strange it was, did I want to see what comes out of our ducts.  I'll sleep much better NEVER knowing what resided in there for the last 30 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing great, though.  Ryan has started T-ball and Kinder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kempo&lt;/span&gt;.  They both are helping quite a bit with increasing our attention span.  That is as much as you can increase a five-year-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase is talking up a storm.  He has some very unique pronunciations of popcorn and horse.   I try to make him say those two words all the time because you know, soon he won't be two anymore and he'll just say "popcorn" and "horse". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Karis&lt;/span&gt; is smiling all the time now.  She has the biggest smile I've ever seen.  And she is quite talkative.  She has also realized that if she laughs, her deep belly laugh works the best, her mom will keep talking to her.  So she laughs for up to five minutes at a time.  It's like a drug...I can't leave her alone when she is laughing.  So she laughs, then I laugh, then she laughs, then I laugh.  And if I stop laughing...she starts all over again.  Don't tell me babies don't know how to work the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things to talk about.  I'll have to get my camera out (my NEW camera!) and take some pictures of the kitchen and other things (like the huge 5 month old puppy that doesn't fit into her crate anymore).  Until then, I'm going to go put on my long-johns and go to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-7318544061552454182?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/7318544061552454182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=7318544061552454182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/7318544061552454182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/7318544061552454182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-april-already.html' title='It&apos;s April Already?'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-700363908994596452</id><published>2008-02-06T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:24.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Sixties!</title><content type='html'>So, on top of having a brand new baby, a new puppy, and Ryan's birthday party this Saturday, we started the kitchen remodel this month. The last couple of weekends Tracy and I (mostly Tracy) have been demolishing what we could, but yesterday the real demo began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our contractor, Lynn, started ripping out our walls and floor to make way for our vision of a brand new kitchen. To give you an idea of what it is like remodeling a house that was originally built in 1910, here is what is inside our walls. In case you don't have any idea what your looking at (like me), the following picture shows how our walls are constructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R6qVTI0CLsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VAvaUAajQpM/s1600-h/DSC02597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164104078749478594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R6qVTI0CLsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VAvaUAajQpM/s320/DSC02597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture doesn't show it very well, but there is shiplap on one side and beadboard on the other. That means that our walls are solid wood on both sides of the framing. (All of you men out there will have to forgive me if I misspell any building terminology.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plan for the kitchen was to rip out the wall between the kitchen and the dining room to make one large kitchen area. We rarely used the dining room and wanted more room in the kitchen so we finally decided the wall had to go. The following two pictures show the first stages of making this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R6qUnY0CLpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qWYJeCxotb0/s1600-h/DSC02595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164103327130201746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R6qUnY0CLpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qWYJeCxotb0/s320/DSC02595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "You can see the TV from the kitchen - cool!" exclaimed Tracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R6qUno0CLqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FQmo5nAuvE0/s1600-h/DSC02596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164103331425169058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R6qUno0CLqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FQmo5nAuvE0/s320/DSC02596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you look closely you will see that the subflooring has been removed because once again, we have solid wood planks under our subflooring. They are going to fill in this part of the floor with some goop that will even out the floor. We can't put subflooring down because then the old kitchen floor won't be even with the existing dining room floor - that is no good when you don't want any transition area on the floor. But since we have an almost-100-year-old-house where everything is made from wall to wall wood we don't need subflooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn is now waiting for the gluelam (sp???) beam so he can take out the wall supports. Of course we want to take out a bearing wall, but then it seems like every wall in a four-sqare house is a bearing wall. (This will be the third bearig wall that we will have taken out, and there was one already out when we bought the house.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very excited and can't wait to get it all finished. I'll try to keep you all updated with pictures as we go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R6qUn40CLrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RI9J044a1Sc/s1600-h/DSC02597.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-700363908994596452?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/700363908994596452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=700363908994596452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/700363908994596452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/700363908994596452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/02/bye-bye-sixties.html' title='Bye Bye Sixties!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R6qVTI0CLsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VAvaUAajQpM/s72-c/DSC02597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-2823488998413812869</id><published>2008-01-29T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:25.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, We ARE Crazy!</title><content type='html'>So I walk into Ryan's preschool last Friday, and two of his classmates, Berik and Bowen, have brought a new puppy to school for sharing. Talk about wild five-year-olds. As I get closer I hear their mom say, "Yes, we're looking for a new home for Daisy - we just can't keep her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161118685636734562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5_6GY0CLmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o5W_fYQNgwk/s320/DSC02587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;9 Week Old Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for a brief moment, I lose my mind. I don't know exactly what happened, perhaps I just left it in the car with my purse, but I said, "Well, we weren't going to get a new dog until next year, but if you can't find a home for her, we'll take her." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't stop there...I had to add, "And we have four acres, all fenced. She'd have lots of room to run and play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161118698521636466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5_6HI0CLnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PnQw-MJGD2M/s320/DSC02589.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;What a Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I give Berik and Bowen's mom our phone number. Then I tell Tracy what I have done: "She's a &lt;a href="http://www.southerncrosslabradoodles.com/photos/05springlitter/redboy7_labradoodle.gif"&gt;Labradoodle&lt;/a&gt;. She's really cute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understandably Tracy thought I had lost my mind.  No - I just forgot it in the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - over the weekend the idea started to grow on us.  That was a good thing because yesterday I got a call and before you know it, Daisy is ours.  Someone is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5_6Ho0CLoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/v4WP1rjr0Tw/s1600-h/DSC02588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161118707111571074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5_6Ho0CLoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/v4WP1rjr0Tw/s320/DSC02588.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Boy and His Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-2823488998413812869?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/2823488998413812869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=2823488998413812869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2823488998413812869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2823488998413812869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes-we-are-crazy.html' title='Yes, We ARE Crazy!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5_6GY0CLmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o5W_fYQNgwk/s72-c/DSC02587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-2623137704991215974</id><published>2008-01-28T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:26.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Karis&lt;/span&gt; is getting big, big, big. As of her eight week doctor appointment she is over 12 pounds and 22.8 inches long. She still hasn't figured out that we sleep at night and stay awake during the day...but some nights are better than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is not one of the good nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sleeps well, I just need to get her to sleep well during the night on a regular basis. I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt;, though. She is still a very easy baby, and she is only two months old as of January 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things that has been happening for the last few weeks is her big, toothless grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R52e6o0CLiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HYoLScHs4Pw/s1600-h/Karis+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160455478261722658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R52e6o0CLiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HYoLScHs4Pw/s320/Karis+smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of her first smiles that I actually got on camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R52e640CLjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FAJSimvpxEQ/s1600-h/karis+smile+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160455482556689970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R52e640CLjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FAJSimvpxEQ/s320/karis+smile+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was the first day that we sat in the bouncy chair - she was excited about that...for about ten minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R52e7I0CLkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V_NhOLJKWwg/s1600-h/Karis+smile+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160455486851657282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R52e7I0CLkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V_NhOLJKWwg/s320/Karis+smile+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sitting on Dad's lap always brings a big smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/16880397-2623137704991215974?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/2623137704991215974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=2623137704991215974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2623137704991215974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2623137704991215974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/01/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R52e6o0CLiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HYoLScHs4Pw/s72-c/Karis+smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-6516035900864782794</id><published>2008-01-27T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:27.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this White Stuff?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Entry By Chase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zzJo0CLdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/870ou7lek9I/s1600-h/snowing+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160266619959782866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zzJo0CLdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/870ou7lek9I/s320/snowing+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we woke up and there was this strange white stuff falling from the sky. Mom said it was snow. Ryan said that it was definitely snow - said he'd actually played in it before. He promised it was a lot of fun, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zzJ40CLeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/beDUDFZ31KY/s1600-h/snowing+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160266624254750178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zzJ40CLeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/beDUDFZ31KY/s320/snowing+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After mom got all of our clothes on we got to go outside. I wasn't so keen on the big white flakes hitting my face at first. Those things are cold! After a while, though, I realized that they didn't stay there for long so I let Mom carry me out to the little barn so I could get some toys to play with (I was having a bit of trouble trying to walk with all my winter garb on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zzKI0CLfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nPO2BD143Eg/s1600-h/snowing+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160266628549717490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zzKI0CLfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nPO2BD143Eg/s320/snowing+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan first tried to drive his John Deere around the yard. This proved to be unsuccessful and he ended up pushing it more than riding it. Mom must of thought this was funny because all she could do was laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zzKY0CLgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QOG8XiagAFQ/s1600-h/snowing+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160266632844684802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zzKY0CLgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QOG8XiagAFQ/s320/snowing+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to do a little snow golfing. I told Mom that I couldn't grip my clubs with my gloves on. She argued with me, something about it being too cold. Whatever, Mom. I finally won, though, as I have mastered the fine art of crying until I get my own way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zzKo0CLhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-byhQqNmcm0/s1600-h/snowing+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160266637139652114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zzKo0CLhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-byhQqNmcm0/s320/snowing+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I soon found out that it is pretty easy to lose your ball in this snow stuff...so I just decided to start mashing the snow until I could find my ball. Come to find out mashing snow is more fun than snow golfing anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zyvY0CLbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UHsmda9w3aY/s1600-h/snowing+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160266168988216754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zyvY0CLbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UHsmda9w3aY/s320/snowing+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom tried to teach us how to roll big snowballs around on the ground in order to make snow people. She made a Ryan, a Chase, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Karis&lt;/span&gt; snowman. I didn't want to hurt Mom's feelings so I didn't tell her that they didn't look all that much like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zyvo0CLcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3R1ELrMBmjc/s1600-h/snowing+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160266173283184066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zyvo0CLcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3R1ELrMBmjc/s320/snowing+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, I like this snow stuff, but I really don't like gloves. Mom finally made me come in because I wouldn't wear my gloves and my hands were turning red. I think Mom might be catching on to the whole crying-to-get-what-you-want thing, though, because I cried as hard as I could and she still made me come in and take a nap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-6516035900864782794?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/6516035900864782794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=6516035900864782794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/6516035900864782794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/6516035900864782794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-this-white-stuff.html' title='What is this White Stuff?'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R5zzJo0CLdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/870ou7lek9I/s72-c/snowing+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-1910955532541285398</id><published>2008-01-20T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:36:16.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes You Think</title><content type='html'>So Tracy and I are watching TV and an ad for auto insurance comes on the screen. It seems that one company not only insures your car in case of an accident but also your dog. This is great for dog owners, but it does bring up a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What about cats? Is this bias insurance that only covers dogs and not all pets? How about snakes, hamsters, or ferrets for that matter? Box turtles? Are they covered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does it cover pet messes? What if your dog gets carsick and ruins your upholstery? Is that covered? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What happens if your dog is hurt in an accident and the vet bills are more than the dog is worth?  Can you imagine that conversation with your insurance adjuster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjuster:  Well, we got the bill from your veterinarian.&lt;br /&gt;You:  Oh, good.&lt;br /&gt;Adjuster:  Well, actually it's not so good.&lt;br /&gt;You:  What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Adjuster:  The bill comes to $3500, and it seems that your dog's fair market value is $25...&lt;br /&gt;You: So?&lt;br /&gt;Adjuster:  Well, we decided to total out your dog.&lt;br /&gt;You: You totalled my dog?&lt;br /&gt;Adjuster: Yes, but you'll get full fair market value for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-1910955532541285398?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/1910955532541285398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=1910955532541285398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/1910955532541285398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/1910955532541285398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/01/makes-you-think.html' title='Makes You Think'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-2393471117488032351</id><published>2008-01-16T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:43:36.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2008</title><content type='html'>Well, if you are like me, you've already mailed out some checks with 2007 on them.  They've all cleared so obviously the banks expected that,eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been so long since our last entry, but Karis has been trying to get her days and nights set up on the same schedule as the rest of our family.  She's kind of stubborn, but I think she's understanding that the other four of us aren't going to wake up at 11:45 PM everynight to hang out with her.  Just Mommy does that, and thankfully she's getting bored of me so she's started to give up that fight.  Last night I got my first full night of sleep since before she was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I woke up in a panic at 2:30 AM to make sure she was still breathing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy and I are going to do some demo in the kitchen and get it ready for our contractor to widen the doorway.  We are going to connect the dining room and the kitchen to make it one big, flowing space.  Vic and T.K. are going to come down in March and help us finish out the countertops, cabinets, paint, etc.  So hopefully by the middle of March we'll have a fresh, new look in our kitchen.  I'll take before and after (and inbetween) pictures for you all to look at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I get to start attacking the flower beds outside.  I promised Tracy they would look good this summer.  What was I thinking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is back in preschool and very much looking forward to his birthday party at Pump It Up.  He's going to be five and he's very excited.  If you would like to witness 25 little people going crazy in inflated toy world, please let me know - we'd love to have you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase is starting to really develop his personality these days.  He has turned into a real tease, especially when it comes to picking up his toys.  He also thinks that big brother is the best thing since sliced bread and must have whatever toy Ryan is playing with at the moment.  Taking Ryan to school and picking him up is also the highlight of the day three times a week.  Plus, we think we might have a first haircut around his second birthday.  Imagine that - Chase with hair!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karis is growing like crazy.  She has already grown an inch (as far as I can tell) and is starting to sleep better (yippee!).  She also has started to smile.  You forget how precious the first smiles are, especially the one you get when your baby first wakes up and recognizes it's you picking her up.  No matter how sleepy you are, a smile like that makes everything a-ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pictures this weekend of the kitchen as it is now, and as we tear down the bricks...but the real destruction starts the first week of February when the wall comes down and I start experimenting with microwaving all our meals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-2393471117488032351?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/2393471117488032351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=2393471117488032351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2393471117488032351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2393471117488032351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-2008.html' title='Hello 2008'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-3342625961006702920</id><published>2007-12-19T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:29.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R2lihU7p-yI/AAAAAAAAADE/G6w9R78Fq8Q/s1600-h/pic+30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145752373941631778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R2lihU7p-yI/AAAAAAAAADE/G6w9R78Fq8Q/s320/pic+30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Karis Nicole Cherese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;November 27th, 2007; 2:41 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 pounds, 1 ounce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 inches&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were blessed the Tuesday after Thanksgiving and welcomed our third child, and our first daughter, Karis, to our family. I went to see my doctor on the 26th, and asked if we could maybe induce, since it was my 39th week. He said, "Sure, how about tomorrow?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know, you can think you are as ready as you possibly can be and then your doctor says, "How about tomorrow?" and you think, "Wait...I'm not ready!"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then you stand up and your body tells you that you are oh so ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I got induced and things were going along great until there was an emergency C-section at the same time as I was ok'd to get my epidural. So we wait for an hour and a half. No problem. We wait for a while, and then I get my epidural and all things are great once again, except that my doctor is now in a meeting and wouldn't be back to see me for another hour or so. Finally my doctor is able to see me and we crank up the contraction drugs. Not thirty minutes later, Karis is born. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I know - I am blessed as the longest I have spent actually pushing any of my three children was thirty minutes. I think Karis, once we started pushing, took ten minutes, if that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R2liV07p-xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/66goON4zeB0/s1600-h/pic+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145752176373136146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R2liV07p-xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/66goON4zeB0/s320/pic+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Karis, Mom, and Big Brothers Chase and Ryan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ryan was thrilled from the first second with little sister and held her four of five times within the first half-hour. Chase, on the other hand, could not figure out what I was holding or why it was taking up his spot on my lap. He got even more upset once he figured out we had brought her home with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What were we thinking anyways? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R2liM07p-wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_D34nxttsdA/s1600-h/pic+54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145752021754313474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R2liM07p-wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_D34nxttsdA/s320/pic+54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karis and Dad at the Hospital&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Karis is a wonderful baby. She eats well, seems to be very content, and has hair! Yes, I had a baby with hair. I didn't believe it either. As she was crowning, I even asked the doctor, "Is that hair?!?!?" So far, at three weeks, she hasn't lost it yet so I keep hoping she'll keep it like Angela's two boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Karis gained over a pound in her first two weeks, weighing in at 9 lbs, 3 oz at her two week appointment, and yesterday she went back to the doctor (since she has a cold - poor little girl) and she gained almost another pound in just one week: 10 lbs, 1 oz as of yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy wants to nickname her Rowdy, but I have a feeling her nickname is going to be Little &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girl. Ryan is partial to Stinky when she needs a diaper change. Let's hope that one doesn't stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall, we have many things to be thankful for and we feel very blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-3342625961006702920?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/3342625961006702920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=3342625961006702920' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/3342625961006702920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/3342625961006702920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-little-girl.html' title='Welcome Little Girl'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/R2lihU7p-yI/AAAAAAAAADE/G6w9R78Fq8Q/s72-c/pic+30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-3740965146244932674</id><published>2007-11-20T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:14:11.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Doctor:  So, are we going to check the cervix today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes, I want to update Tracy's parents on progress...let them know if they need to have the bags in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Well, you're about 3.5 cm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I am?  Do you think that she'll wait until her due date of December 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor:  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What happens if my water doesn't break until I'm 4 or 5 cm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; and I can't get into the hospital in time for my epidural?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor:  Well, that's a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  But that would really hurt, I mean, with no epidural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor:  Yes, it's pretty intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (looking like deer in headlights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor:  But you seem to have your babies fast, so it won't be too long.  You'll do fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  But I really want my epidural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor:  Let's just put it this way, when your water breaks get to the hospital sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  That means no shower, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor:  Yes, that would mean no shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-3740965146244932674?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/3740965146244932674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=3740965146244932674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/3740965146244932674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/3740965146244932674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-2741779273898692837</id><published>2007-11-20T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:03:47.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Dryer Lint</title><content type='html'>The women of my church threw me a baby shower for Karis, since this is the first baby that we've had since we've started attending church.  It was a wonderful shower - a great time of fun and fellowship.  Almost twenty people were there, including Mom and Angela, so there was quite a crowd of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we have most of the things we need from Ryan and Chase, Karis is now completely decked out for the first six to nine months of her life.  She will be much more stylish than Mama this winter, that is for sure.  Especially since I'll still be wearing maternity clothes and transition clothes (which I fondly call my fat clothes).  Between the shower, Mama, and both Grandmas, Karis does not want for much in the clothing department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was washing her clothes this weekend to get ready for her arrival, I pulled out the lint collector from the dryer and saw something I had never seen before:  pink dryer lint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times, they are a changin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-2741779273898692837?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/2741779273898692837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=2741779273898692837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2741779273898692837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2741779273898692837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2007/11/pink-dryer-lint.html' title='Pink Dryer Lint'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-1542695455353695591</id><published>2007-11-10T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T07:13:15.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Don't Need No Stinkin' Sleep</title><content type='html'>Lately Tracy and I haven't been getting a lot of sleep.  Around Monday Chase started developing a bad cough, and then on Wednesday the runny nose came.  I took him to the doctor and found out that he has an ear infection.  Poor guy.  No wonder he was up every two hours.  So now that he is on antibiotics he is starting to sleep better, but due to my lack of sleep I have caught his cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get a stuffy nose, I snore.  And toss and turn.  And keep my husband up at night.  Poor Tracy, first Chase, then me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, I am suffering the nine-month-pregnant insomnia stage so when I do wake up I can't seem to get back to sleep.  Sleep, what is sleep?  So at 4 AM this morning I just gave up and watched some t.v. with Chase.  Chase gave up and decided he would go back to bed, so that just left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this keeps up I might feel like I'm getting more sleep once Karis gets here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everyone pray for more sleep at our house!  We'd appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-1542695455353695591?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/1542695455353695591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=1542695455353695591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/1542695455353695591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/1542695455353695591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-dont-need-no-stinkin-sleep.html' title='We Don&apos;t Need No Stinkin&apos; Sleep'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-2960823720137621890</id><published>2007-11-08T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:31.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPhsHAIZWI/AAAAAAAAABU/QTB4ZmuwmcU/s1600-h/PICT0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130692548415219042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPhsHAIZWI/AAAAAAAAABU/QTB4ZmuwmcU/s320/PICT0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while Grandma and Grandpa Elmore were here we got to carve our pumpkins. Remember, that's when the Mom is bigger than a pumpkin incident happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPitnAIZXI/AAAAAAAAABc/tsCErd_dkHw/s1600-h/PICT0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130693673696650610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPitnAIZXI/AAAAAAAAABc/tsCErd_dkHw/s320/PICT0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Chase wasn't so sure he wanted to dig in to the cleaning portion. He was not so pleased about the goop coming out of his pumpkin so he decided to inspect and perfect the already-cleaned-out pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPjpXAIZYI/AAAAAAAAABk/YrBhgNJyrz4/s1600-h/PICT0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130694700193834370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPjpXAIZYI/AAAAAAAAABk/YrBhgNJyrz4/s320/PICT0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of this, he decided that maybe he could move up to tag-team pumpkin cleaning with his brother as long as Mom had already removed the big stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPkZ3AIZZI/AAAAAAAAABs/bUBqzWIjw4g/s1600-h/PICT0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130695533417489810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPkZ3AIZZI/AAAAAAAAABs/bUBqzWIjw4g/s320/PICT0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, we were all working on our own pumpkins, each at a different level of cleaned-out-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. Please note the position I am sitting in. I sat in that position because it was the most comfortable way for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Karis&lt;/span&gt; and me to sit on the floor. The only problem is that once we were done cleaning the pumpkins, I was stuck in that position. Yes, literally stuck. I could not move my legs. Tracy had to come and pull me up off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPlCHAIZaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3u7KKyrcBHU/s1600-h/PICT0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130696224907224482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPlCHAIZaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3u7KKyrcBHU/s320/PICT0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Mommy got off the floor we started carving. Chase was done at this point. He had moved on to hang out with the big boys in the t.v. room. That left Ryan and me to make all the executive decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPlknAIZbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bPC-B1dUGFM/s1600-h/PICT0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130696817612711346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPlknAIZbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bPC-B1dUGFM/s320/PICT0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once we got everything finished, we were ready for the lighting ceremony. Ryan and I were very excited about this part. Chase on the other hand was not thrilled with the glowing faces. His favorite part of lighting our jack-o-lanterns was when big brother blew them out. &lt;/p&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/16880397-2960823720137621890?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/2960823720137621890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=2960823720137621890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2960823720137621890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2960823720137621890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2007/11/carving-it-up.html' title='Carving It Up'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hioeYrdvamA/RzPhsHAIZWI/AAAAAAAAABU/QTB4ZmuwmcU/s72-c/PICT0834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880397.post-2568201587097966886</id><published>2007-11-02T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:43:22.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Family'/><title type='text'>Five Weeks to Go!</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Karis&lt;/span&gt; and I have made it to week 35.  That means that as of now my doctor won't stop labor if it starts...but talking with some nurses I know, they really like you to be around week 37 or week 38 before the baby is born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get my bag ready for the hospital just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lots of things to update you on:  Chase is talking; Ryan can drive the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excavator&lt;/span&gt; (yes, the big one); Tracy is taking a welding class; I am as big as a house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, a house.  For example, today I was attempting to climb over Ryan's booster seat in the back seat of Mom and Dad's SUV, and my oldest bluntly states: "Mom is way bigger than a mom." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, there was the night we carved pumpkins and I jokingly put one of the pumpkins next to my stomach and asked Ryan, "Which is bigger, the pumpkin or Mama?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan looked at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;comparison&lt;/span&gt; and immediately answered: "You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to ask, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Halloween coming this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880397-2568201587097966886?l=enteringthornton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/feeds/2568201587097966886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880397&amp;postID=2568201587097966886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2568201587097966886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880397/posts/default/2568201587097966886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enteringthornton.blogspot.com/2007/11/five-weeks-to-go.html' title='Five Weeks to Go!'/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11752116088793708401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
