<?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-589645383903151443</id><updated>2012-01-31T02:57:20.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of Three</title><subtitle type='html'>The daily (or weekly or monthly) ins and outs of raising our three blessings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-5676721645618075146</id><published>2009-03-09T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:58:49.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas St. Patrick's Day...</title><content type='html'>Seems that the boy who got his first tooth at age 5 months, walked at 8 months, and has been growing by leaps and bounds ever since, has now lost his first (and second) tooth  -- before he turned 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The before:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311369624881229586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SbXGiHHYbxI/AAAAAAAAALE/pFxWDL8NO_M/s400/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And after:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311371301477395250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SbXIDs7DqzI/AAAAAAAAALM/8ZnlO8153FM/s400/IMG_0090a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fortunately, Grandma got his tooth pillow done in time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311371861049035250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SbXIkRfVSfI/AAAAAAAAALU/UKuamTqSV20/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-5676721645618075146?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/5676721645618075146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=5676721645618075146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/5676721645618075146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/5676721645618075146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-i-want-for-christmas-st-patricks.html' title='All I Want for &lt;strike&gt;Christmas&lt;/strike&gt; St. Patrick&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SbXGiHHYbxI/AAAAAAAAALE/pFxWDL8NO_M/s72-c/IMG_0083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-5487250232837498108</id><published>2009-02-15T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:58:10.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Here's the pictures I received as a gift from the kids on Valentine's Day. Isn't my hubby creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SZiBI8XKSlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9ENWNTnE2dg/s1600-h/MaraVal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303130551870966354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SZiBI8XKSlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9ENWNTnE2dg/s320/MaraVal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SZiBcGta2MI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZjwAMe1cP1s/s1600-h/NoahVal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303130881066195138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SZiBcGta2MI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZjwAMe1cP1s/s320/NoahVal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-5487250232837498108?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/5487250232837498108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=5487250232837498108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/5487250232837498108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/5487250232837498108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SZiBI8XKSlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9ENWNTnE2dg/s72-c/MaraVal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-8011967657990907263</id><published>2009-02-09T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:09:01.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allowance</title><content type='html'>Last night after dinner Noah and Doug were counting Noah's money to see if he had enough to buy a new Star Wars figure. This started the discussion of Noah being old enough to earn an allowance. He understood that Mommy and Daddy have to work to earn money and so he would have to work to earn money, too. He decided all on his own that he should keep his room clean and do as he is told to earn a quarter each day. He seemed really excited about it and cleaned his room (with some help) before bed last night to earn his first quarter. Here's a couple of pictures to document the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300813239543794146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SZBFjnOyCeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/o6dlDGHt-qg/s400/P2090007_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Getting first allowance from Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300814488785462370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SZBGsVBNJGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Agk7H8PucUk/s400/P2090008_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Putting it in his "money bank"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-8011967657990907263?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/8011967657990907263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=8011967657990907263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/8011967657990907263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/8011967657990907263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2009/02/allowance.html' title='Allowance'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SZBFjnOyCeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/o6dlDGHt-qg/s72-c/P2090007_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-3236233683454026059</id><published>2009-02-06T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:23:28.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This doesn't happen very often in our house. All 3 in close proximity to each other and smiling (or drooling).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299858523160038018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYzhPzjHyoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MtqxgdJWdAs/s400/kids+on+floor+2-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We've found a movie that they will all watch together... Baby Einstein!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299859643280796050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYziRAUuKZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OpxgoGxyNik/s400/kids+watching+babyeinstein+2-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-3236233683454026059?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/3236233683454026059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=3236233683454026059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/3236233683454026059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/3236233683454026059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2009/02/moment-of-peace.html' title='A Moment of Peace'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYzhPzjHyoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MtqxgdJWdAs/s72-c/kids+on+floor+2-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-7743836987957918039</id><published>2009-02-05T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:54:27.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not For The Faint Of Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF YOU ARE AT ALL SQUEAMISH, SCROLL NO FURTHER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a picture of what happens when a toddler stands on a rocking chair, with a puzzle in hand, next to a fireplace with ceramic tile surround.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your final warning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to be responsible for any adverse reactions you might experience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you sure you want to keep going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299509355131440098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYujrjR4C-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lfP6wggP7L8/s400/P2060024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had no sooner walked into my office at work on Tuesday morning than I got a call from daycare asking me to come get Mara; she had fallen and cut her forehead and Shell (daycare provider) was concerned about scarring. By the time I arrived she had stopped crying and was even laughing and goofing around in the waiting room at the clinic. That story changed as soon as we walked into the procedure room. Fortunately I was able to calm her down enough to get the numbing cream on her forehead. She was not happy at all when the doctor was putting the stitches in but was a trooper. Once the nurses brought her Dora stickers and a candy bar she was back to her normal self. She hasn't complained at all -- yet. Doug will take her in on Monday to have the stitches taken out. We've been told that she will have quite the scar for a while, but nothing that bangs won't cover. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On a lighter note, the following is a picture I took of Noah's wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299511767575195922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYul3-VScRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/phPqckNSSGs/s400/P2020018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Apparently this is how you keep the animals out of your room; though I'm not really sure what animals he's expecting -- Mara?  Luke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-7743836987957918039?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/7743836987957918039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=7743836987957918039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/7743836987957918039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/7743836987957918039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-for-faint-of-heart.html' title='Not For The Faint Of Heart'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYujrjR4C-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lfP6wggP7L8/s72-c/P2060024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-1847968029501327375</id><published>2009-02-02T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:09:11.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYdETa2AHUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VRHDx79rWK0/s1600-h/P1270013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298278587038702914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYdETa2AHUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VRHDx79rWK0/s400/P1270013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mara recently received new winter hat and mittens from Auntie Suzie. I had removed the tags but hadn't put them in the coat closet yet.  Doug tells me we keep our house too cold, but I didn't think it was THAT cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-1847968029501327375?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/1847968029501327375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=1847968029501327375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/1847968029501327375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/1847968029501327375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2009/02/mara-recently-received-new-winter-hat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYdETa2AHUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VRHDx79rWK0/s72-c/P1270013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-6535058283116583460</id><published>2009-01-31T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:02:01.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I resolved to be better at posting this year, and as my dear friend Andrea pointed out this afternoon, I've not posted all month. However, I do believe I that I qualified my resolution by indicating that while daily or even weekly updates may not occur, but I would most definitely update monthly. So, here is the monthly update... on the last day of January. Just in time. &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;EDITED: DOES IT COUNT IF I STARTED THIS POST ON JANUARY 31ST? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first weekend of the month all three kids and I spent the weekend with Bapa and Nga-nga. I brought the camera an effort to capture pictures to update this blog, but failed to take any pictures. That's alright, though since the real gist of the weekend could be summed up by the drive down: Noah and Luke slept and Mara talked the ENTIRE WAY DOWN!! Ugh! Sorry Mom &amp;amp; Dad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Two weeks later we made the same trek to Red Wing, only this time both Noah &amp;amp; Mara talked the whole way. All I could think of was how nice a minivan would be and how much money I could make by inventing a soundproof screen. We finally climbed up out of the bone-chilling cold and were able to spend some time outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298253024715451858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYctDfxNrdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/T6e0756HFnQ/s400/P1190025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was quite bit more snow at Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's -- so much so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that once deposited into a snow bank, Mara was pretty much stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298253289228070658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYctS5J77wI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zluWW2kSwX0/s400/P1190026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298253491581185074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYcteq-rbDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gEQCUe7fKHY/s400/P1190027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The kids had a great time making "snow ice cream" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and even more fun eating it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This month also included Luke's Dedication. Kind of last minute since we didn't realize it was scheduled until two weeks before hand (okay, only last minute for family who live more than 30 minutes from our house). Here are a few pictures from the evening. (Yes, the quality is poor, more support for my bid to get a new camera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298254933607524930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYcuym8jKkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GD85_zHc8n8/s400/P1260031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298270373668177986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYc81Vp3yEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4LMsCwSnHw0/s400/P1260005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the church with Dan &amp;amp; Jenni, who's little Caleb is 1 week younger than Luke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298273585065969042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYc_wRCxRZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hdFU_7_k6cY/s400/P1260004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Grammy and Bumpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298271267215252402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYc9pWYGG7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/nIZOo9ytjsw/s400/P1260007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298272905116962162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYc_IsCSzXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aGHU8w4awMs/s400/P1260011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy pictures at the end of a long day are not my family's forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally, it wouldn't be a monthly update if I didn't include a few pictures from today. My friend Andrea (who keeps me accountable for updating this blog) called this morning and invited us to join her family at BK for lunch and playtime. Who could pass that up. I didn't get pictures of the whole gang, but here are a couple of Noah and Mara playing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298274474066300002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYdAkA09zGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gQBnzDauwLc/s400/P2010016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298274341241347410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYdAcSBB3VI/AAAAAAAAAJc/06uXU0kDrho/s400/P2010017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, if you made it all the way through this post, kudos to you. I will attempt to make them shorter, hence updating more than once a month, BUT, no promises :)&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/589645383903151443-6535058283116583460?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/6535058283116583460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=6535058283116583460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/6535058283116583460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/6535058283116583460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-in-time.html' title='Just in time...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SYctDfxNrdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/T6e0756HFnQ/s72-c/P1190025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-357161253992366087</id><published>2008-12-31T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:33:07.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>So... since it is a New Year and tradition would have us make resolutions that we are ultimately doomed to break... I will follow suit in resolving to keep a more interesting and therefore updated blog chronicling the daily (or weekly or monthly) ins and outs of raising three children.   Stay tuned for more pictures, updates, and maybe even a new format (if I can figure that part out).  Until then, check out some of the other blogs I read to see how it should be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-357161253992366087?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/357161253992366087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=357161253992366087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/357161253992366087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/357161253992366087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-2105276517032012135</id><published>2008-12-30T18:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:01:17.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of you who have not been sucked into Facebook, as I have :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285782910000129010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVrfjSZjY_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/S0iv9uqe2o8/s400/3kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and My Three Kids (and Mara's "golly")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285779169340024498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVrcJjWr5rI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Eh1MoTqzo5Q/s320/PC250007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Santa" left a big suprise under the tree for Noah Christmas Eve. He came into our bedroom Christmas morning and asked "who left the Polar Express Train under our tree?" It has been a big hit with both him and Mara. I'm just glad it's only going to be out for 1 month a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVrcLGpNUyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZLbQoDzv3To/s1600-h/PC260014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285779195992822562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVrcLGpNUyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZLbQoDzv3To/s320/PC260014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah got a Star Wars Clone Trooper helmet from Grandma and Grandpa -- he said, "this is what I've always wanted!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVrcKm4mNtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GsOcovKWg3s/s1600-h/PC260013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285779187467433682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVrcKm4mNtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GsOcovKWg3s/s320/PC260013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auntie Lizzy brought some "snow bunny" attire back with her from Colorado -- isn't she adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVrcJx_nrlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wybUdyZJZ7w/s1600-h/PC290017_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285779173269810770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVrcJx_nrlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wybUdyZJZ7w/s320/PC290017_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mara got a princess vanity complete with jewels from Grammy and Bumpa. Noah said he wanted to be the prince and asked Mara if he could "decorate" her so she could be "beautiful". When she told him no, he decided to decorate himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-2105276517032012135?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/2105276517032012135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=2105276517032012135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/2105276517032012135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/2105276517032012135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-08.html' title='Christmas 08'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVrfjSZjY_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/S0iv9uqe2o8/s72-c/3kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-3536235328165521403</id><published>2008-10-19T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:25:55.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Luke Is Here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SPuI4wEapKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aD05SNNL2Aw/s1600-h/Luke+Bey+Oct+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258947498442663074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SPuI4wEapKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aD05SNNL2Aw/s400/Luke+Bey+Oct+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke Henry made his enterance at 8:45pm Saturday, October 18; 30 minutes after we arrived at the hospital!  He weighed in at 7lbs 14oz and is 21 1/4 inches long.  Both Luke and I are doing well.  More details and photos to follow... I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-3536235328165521403?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/3536235328165521403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=3536235328165521403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/3536235328165521403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/3536235328165521403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-luke-is-here.html' title='Baby Luke Is Here!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SPuI4wEapKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aD05SNNL2Aw/s72-c/Luke+Bey+Oct+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-4214972046314793762</id><published>2008-06-16T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:36:07.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay -- so I know that I have be bad (really bad) at keeping this blog up to date. I'm not making any promises at change, but will make a vallient attempt. So... here are a few recent pictures and a brief update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212673470580832322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SFci51ASuEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9MkjTzIwLkc/s400/Noah+and+Mara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Noah and Mara continue to enjoy each other's company -- most of the time. Noah thinks it is great fun to teach Mara new and enternaining (and sometimes scary) faces, as evidenced above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212671945543449698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SFchhDzC_GI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0-I6dISXfEc/s400/Baby+%233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is our first picture of the newest edition to our family. It is amazing what technology can do! We've been told it's a boy (and have the picture to prove it -- though we won't share it here :). He's due the end of October and we are anxiously awaiting his arrival. Please disregard the "Mary Kate and Ashley Olson" lips -- it's just the angle :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-4214972046314793762?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/4214972046314793762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=4214972046314793762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/4214972046314793762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/4214972046314793762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SFci51ASuEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9MkjTzIwLkc/s72-c/Noah+and+Mara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-7652938931702311486</id><published>2007-12-21T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T13:35:14.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makin' Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/R2wweTnQ7iI/AAAAAAAAADw/ThBfe3PuVd0/s1600-h/Myles+%26+Noah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146541771396804130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/R2wweTnQ7iI/AAAAAAAAADw/ThBfe3PuVd0/s400/Myles+%26+Noah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noah and his good friend Myles had a great playdate yesterday.  They hadn't seen each other in several weeks and were very excited to spend some time together.  In between playing trains and "bad guys" they had time to help me make some cookies.  Two boys, two bowls of powdered sugar, some chocoate, and lots of energy = one great big mess... and a ton of fun.!!!&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/589645383903151443-7652938931702311486?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/7652938931702311486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=7652938931702311486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/7652938931702311486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/7652938931702311486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2007/12/makin-cookies.html' title='Makin&apos; Cookies'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/R2wweTnQ7iI/AAAAAAAAADw/ThBfe3PuVd0/s72-c/Myles+%26+Noah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-5230034049767018054</id><published>2007-11-22T19:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:53:41.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Havin' Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135877960618712818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/R0ZNy0xvnvI/AAAAAAAAADo/upvyVGAMdVU/s400/Noah%26+Mara+playing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Doug snapped this picture the other night while the kids were playing before bedtime.  They have so much fun together.  Mara is learning very quickly to hold her own against her brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-5230034049767018054?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/5230034049767018054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=5230034049767018054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/5230034049767018054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/5230034049767018054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2007/11/havin-fun.html' title='Havin&apos; Fun'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/R0ZNy0xvnvI/AAAAAAAAADo/upvyVGAMdVU/s72-c/Noah%26+Mara+playing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-6550824200872088730</id><published>2007-11-02T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T18:27:03.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures from Halloween. Both kids had a great time trick-or-treating and came home with loads of candy. Since Mara is too little for most of her candy, Noah decided he would give her the stuff he didn't want (Goldfish &amp;amp; Animal Crackers) in exchange for the stuff Mom and Dad didn't want (anything non-chocolate). Worked out great for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128416351786050722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RyvLgByDJKI/AAAAAAAAADI/ADd4746cYRM/s400/Noah+ghost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a "non scary" ghost costume! Fortunately, WalMart had white sheets on sale for $2.50 and good friend Myles had a white-hooded sweatshirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128419238004073682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RyvOIByDJNI/AAAAAAAAADg/EwJdjht4b0k/s400/Mara+puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cute puppy she made!! Notice the red splotches all over her face -- apparently she was having a reaction to the medication she was on. It looks a lot worse that it actually was, she didn't seem bothered by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128416579419317442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RyvLtRyDJMI/AAAAAAAAADY/iUr1WQev_TM/s400/Pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Noah had a great time carving pumpkins. His the the one on the left. Mara's is the on the right. She pretty much wanted nothing to do with the pumkins and screamed when we tried to take her picture with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-6550824200872088730?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/6550824200872088730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=6550824200872088730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/6550824200872088730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/6550824200872088730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RyvLgByDJKI/AAAAAAAAADI/ADd4746cYRM/s72-c/Noah+ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-2978363774080487786</id><published>2007-11-01T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:39:45.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancin' the Night Away</title><content type='html'>Noah and I attended a family wedding a couple of weeks ago. Mara was sick, so she and Dad stayed home. Though I wish the rest of my family could have been there, I was excited to have a pint-sized dance partner. Little did I know that I wouldn't stand a chance next to the beautiful flower girl (my cousin's daughter Anna). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128050991803081858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ryp_NRyDJII/AAAAAAAAAC4/kyKNRbQCsC8/s400/Noah+and+Anna+dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a picture of another cousin, Trevor, getting in on the action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128051296745759890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ryp_fByDJJI/AAAAAAAAADA/3poKy6z8UuA/s400/3+dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-2978363774080487786?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/2978363774080487786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=2978363774080487786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/2978363774080487786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/2978363774080487786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2007/11/dancin-night-away.html' title='Dancin&apos; the Night Away'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ryp_NRyDJII/AAAAAAAAAC4/kyKNRbQCsC8/s72-c/Noah+and+Anna+dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-6364687797756024141</id><published>2007-11-01T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:31:05.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Jack's Orchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Amidst a mostly dreary and cool October was one spectacular Saturday. We were fortunate enough to be able to take advantage of that sunny day and head out to Apple Jack's orchard with Doug's brother and his family. The kids had a great time climbing the hay pile, pulling Dad in a wagon, dangling on tree limbs over a stream and shooting apples out of an air cannon. Here are some pictures of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128046353238402082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ryp6_RyDJCI/AAAAAAAAACM/8EYeaO3UmdM/s400/Noah+pulling+wagon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Noah need a bit of help pulling Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ryp7khyDJDI/AAAAAAAAACU/YEKUUgcDCco/s1600-h/Mara+in+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128046993188529202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ryp7khyDJDI/AAAAAAAAACU/YEKUUgcDCco/s320/Mara+in+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ryp8GRyDJFI/AAAAAAAAACg/OKoDOitRpho/s1600-h/Noah+in+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128047573009114194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ryp8GRyDJFI/AAAAAAAAACg/OKoDOitRpho/s320/Noah+in+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aren't they cute!!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128048663930807410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ryp9FxyDJHI/AAAAAAAAACw/Uh8IhueBVI0/s400/Noah+shooting+apple+cannon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With just a little bit of help from Dad, Noah was able to hit the targets way out in the field.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-6364687797756024141?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/6364687797756024141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=6364687797756024141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/6364687797756024141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/6364687797756024141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2007/11/apple-jacks-orchard.html' title='Apple Jack&apos;s Orchard'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ryp6_RyDJCI/AAAAAAAAACM/8EYeaO3UmdM/s72-c/Noah+pulling+wagon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-1969828404032440251</id><published>2007-09-30T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:37:31.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RwBdNSswWaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bI8fPwWS7Jk/s1600-h/birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116191659632122274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RwBdNSswWaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bI8fPwWS7Jk/s400/birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We celebrated Mara's birthday with some of our extended family this weekend. As you can see from the pictures, Noah was very helpful to his little sister... good thing she wasn't into opening gifts. She did enjoy her cake, though. She was somewhat tenative at first, but as soon as she got a taste of the frosting there was no stopping her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-1969828404032440251?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/1969828404032440251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=1969828404032440251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/1969828404032440251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/1969828404032440251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RwBdNSswWaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bI8fPwWS7Jk/s72-c/birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-6869804953947415547</id><published>2007-09-24T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:46:26.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wrath of Mara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvhnzCswWXI/AAAAAAAAABk/411Y8_VP69A/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113951503474776434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvhnzCswWXI/AAAAAAAAABk/411Y8_VP69A/s400/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We caught a few photos of Mara in the midst of her "aaaahhhh's" and "eeeeeeeh's". In adult speak that translates to "You're in my way" and "Hey you, stop ignoring me and pick me up." She certainly knows how to get noticed. One of these days we'll get it on video and you can hear her incessant demands. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113951718223141250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Rvhn_iswWYI/AAAAAAAAABs/lkEjtwrgddY/s400/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-6869804953947415547?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/6869804953947415547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=6869804953947415547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/6869804953947415547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/6869804953947415547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2007/09/wrath-of-mara.html' title='The Wrath of Mara'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvhnzCswWXI/AAAAAAAAABk/411Y8_VP69A/s72-c/P1010013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-7010372444056271967</id><published>2007-09-24T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:37:33.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little girl's room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113946259319707986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvhjByswWVI/AAAAAAAAABU/WDBpIHLa0ek/s400/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It only took a year for Mara (and me)to get her "girly" room. While Noah and Doug were visiting Grammy and Bumpa in LaCrosse I took opportunity to finally paint and decorate Mara's room. Grandma Ericson made the quilt and accessories and they have been sitting in the room for the past few months just waiting for a pretty shade of pink to be put on the walls. I still have a bit of accessorizing to do, but there is only so much a person can accomplish in one weekend (especially with a baby around). Mara obviously doesn't have much of an opinion, but apparently the boys of the household feel there is a bit too much "girly". When I asked Noah what he thought of Mara's room, he said, "It's pink." Doug echoed the sentiments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvhloSswWWI/AAAAAAAAABc/KbjixIgprDI/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113949119767927138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvhloSswWWI/AAAAAAAAABc/KbjixIgprDI/s400/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also took some time to reorganize Noah's new room but still have to put the curtains and posters up. Hopefully I can accomplish that yet this week. I'll post pictures of his room when I have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-7010372444056271967?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/7010372444056271967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=7010372444056271967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/7010372444056271967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/7010372444056271967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-girls-room.html' title='A little girl&apos;s room'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvhjByswWVI/AAAAAAAAABU/WDBpIHLa0ek/s72-c/P1010018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-4188907802191115023</id><published>2007-09-19T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:19:52.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day at the Simonson Cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a bit out of order, but we just received some great shots from our weekend at the Simonson cabin in Wisconsin. Our kids, along with cousins Morgan and Geoffrey, enjoyed swimming, kayaking, and fishing. The weather was perfect, the food was good, the wine kept flowing and the company was outstanding! Thanks Bob and Esther for the great weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvEsCmH65gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qdYlRooif7Y/s1600-h/Noah+&amp;amp;+Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111915475147351554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvEsCmH65gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qdYlRooif7Y/s200/Noah+%26+Emily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvEsQ2H65hI/AAAAAAAAABE/NrmHvDB315w/s1600-h/Noah+kayaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111915719960487442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvEsQ2H65hI/AAAAAAAAABE/NrmHvDB315w/s200/Noah+kayaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cousin Emily taught Noah how to kayak, but as you can see, he was a bit frustrated that the current kept bringing him back to shore. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111916815177147938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvEtQmH65iI/AAAAAAAAABM/E1rZAVDsbis/s320/Mara+swimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mara wasn't too sure about the water at first... it was kinda cold. As long as I kept my hand on her bottom, she was content to lay back and watch everyone else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-4188907802191115023?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/4188907802191115023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=4188907802191115023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/4188907802191115023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/4188907802191115023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2007/09/labor-day-at-simonson-cabin.html' title='Labor Day at the Simonson Cabin'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/RvEsCmH65gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qdYlRooif7Y/s72-c/Noah+%26+Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589645383903151443.post-3906116943806580092</id><published>2007-09-17T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:23:24.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaissance Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since Saturday was such a beautiful day, we decided to step back into medievil times and venture to the Renaissance Festival. We had a great time watching juggling acts, knights and their horses competed for the honor of jousting, and eating giant turkey legs (mmmmm....). Noah thought it was particularly funny when people commented on his "steed" (he was riding on Doug's shoulders).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ru7uL61EliI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aHnvtj3JdSo/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111284515649918498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ru7uL61EliI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aHnvtj3JdSo/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noah got to ride on a miniature pony and an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111284970916451890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ru7uma1EljI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yortbv3FaHA/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mara was too little to go on the pony and elephant, but she was satisfied in petting the goats and sheep. Although I'm not so sure they were excited about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111285774075336274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ru7vVK1EllI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G46eyPT9sqQ/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589645383903151443-3906116943806580092?l=noah-mara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/feeds/3906116943806580092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589645383903151443&amp;postID=3906116943806580092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/3906116943806580092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589645383903151443/posts/default/3906116943806580092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noah-mara.blogspot.com/2007/09/renaissance-festival.html' title='Renaissance Festival'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681748359363133876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/SVwr4AUDnjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dXP2bjl0i5s/S220/3kids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d8UZWfkF7Jw/Ru7uL61EliI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aHnvtj3JdSo/s72-c/P1010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
