<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410</id><updated>2009-10-12T18:17:44.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Abby!</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Abigail was a wonderful surprise from the Lord.  We counted ourselves blessed to have already adopted a precious little boy, and then the Lord surprised us with a sweet little girl too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"He makes the barren woman abide in the house as a joyful mother of children.  Praise the Lord!"  Psalm 113:9</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-3309590492182757225</id><published>2008-07-24T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:37.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIfNn64E_lI/AAAAAAAADDk/GbO5VPQ-ZNY/s1600-h/IMG_7007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIfNn64E_lI/AAAAAAAADDk/GbO5VPQ-ZNY/s320/IMG_7007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226371978289806930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today it has been three years since I began Abigail's blog.  I enjoy looking back and seeing all the fun (and the not so fun) events in her/our life.  However, it's been difficult to keep up three blogs, so I have decided to merge them.  I have been contemplating this for about a year, and I have finally decided to give it a try.  I will continue to post the events of her life, but I'm going to move it to my main blog, &lt;a href="http://garnerblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Consider it all Joy&lt;/a&gt;.  I will keep this one up and may occasionally post something, but for the most part, it will just be an archive of the past three years.  For those who are only interested in Abby and not the other goings-on in our family, I will tag all posts specifically about her with an Abby label so they can easily be found on that blog.  I will also have specific labels for posts dealing with fetal alcohol effects because I know some people are interested in that aspect of her blog.  All your comments and visits have been greatly appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-3309590492182757225?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://garnerblog.blogspot.com' title='Moving'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3309590492182757225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=3309590492182757225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/3309590492182757225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/3309590492182757225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIfNn64E_lI/AAAAAAAADDk/GbO5VPQ-ZNY/s72-c/IMG_7007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-859014858774003432</id><published>2008-07-23T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:38.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Bed</title><content type='html'>When we visited our friends on the 4th of July, they told us they were getting rid of their daughter's queen size bed for a smaller one and wanted to know if we wanted it.  Abby has been sleeping on a full-size futon that we used to use as a couch when we lived in Memphis.  It's about 12 years old and has seen better days!  It's also the bed our guests sleep on when they come, so we have been wanting to get a new bed for her.  Though we were wanting a full-size bed, we decided to go ahead and take it since the queen is only a couple of inches wider and it was free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIfCvhCNT5I/AAAAAAAADDc/4WNAXU33wh8/s1600-h/IMG_7004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIfCvhCNT5I/AAAAAAAADDc/4WNAXU33wh8/s320/IMG_7004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226360014164021138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ward giving horse rides.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ward and Cindy hadn't been to our new house yet, so Monday they drove out with the bed and spent the day with us.  It was a nice time of fellowship, and Abby was very excited to get a her new bed.  It's much higher off the ground than the futon, and she loves it!  We're very grateful for the gift, which even came with a set of sheets.  I'm sure Gramie and any other guests will be grateful too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIfOpa7G42I/AAAAAAAADD0/zeKW_tMAnmE/s1600-h/IMG_7010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIfOpa7G42I/AAAAAAAADD0/zeKW_tMAnmE/s320/IMG_7010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226373103583945570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-859014858774003432?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/859014858774003432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=859014858774003432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/859014858774003432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/859014858774003432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/07/real-bed.html' title='A Real Bed'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIfCvhCNT5I/AAAAAAAADDc/4WNAXU33wh8/s72-c/IMG_7004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-1944189178914465941</id><published>2008-07-17T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:38.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>County Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIe4KEXO4TI/AAAAAAAADCc/hu31UhSg5hk/s1600-h/IMG_6902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIe4KEXO4TI/AAAAAAAADCc/hu31UhSg5hk/s320/IMG_6902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226348375696138546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have never been to our local county fair.  There are several reasons:  It's always on my birthday weekend, it's usually scorching hot, it costs way too much money, and overall lack of interest, I guess.  However, this year some friends of ours had some animals (remember &lt;a href="http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-cute-are-they.html"&gt;the cute bunnies&lt;/a&gt;?) entered in the fair as well as doing some horse riding.  We found out that the day before the fair officially opens, all the animals are there and you can get in for free to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIe4Jufp9KI/AAAAAAAADCM/m3A6sD8GAY0/s1600-h/IMG_6897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIe4Jufp9KI/AAAAAAAADCM/m3A6sD8GAY0/s320/IMG_6897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226348369825887394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Tuesday I took the kids over to see what our little fair had to offer.  Abby was very excited (Ryan was underwhelmed) when I told her we were going to see the animals.  She wanted to see them all, and we did.  We saw the horses, pet the sheep and pigs and cows, saw the bunnies and chickens and geese, and last of all, we saw the goats.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIe4KDY2MjI/AAAAAAAADCU/lnf__JOocG8/s1600-h/IMG_6899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIe4KDY2MjI/AAAAAAAADCU/lnf__JOocG8/s320/IMG_6899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226348375434474034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the same bunnies, and they have grown!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Ryan enjoyed the animals once we got to the bunnies and goats.  Abby kept wanting to see the dogs, but I finally convinced her they don't have dogs at the fair (at least not our fair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIe4KoQp70I/AAAAAAAADCk/W58-wLkopL4/s1600-h/IMG_6903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIe4KoQp70I/AAAAAAAADCk/W58-wLkopL4/s320/IMG_6903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226348385332227906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know next to nothing about equestrian events, but they were doing some contests while we were there.  We sat and watched a couple of competitions, and both kids really enjoyed that.  Abby is dying to get back on Jesse, our friends' horse, so hopefully now that the fair is over, she will be able to get a quick ride in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIe4K6rwAjI/AAAAAAAADCs/HhfcqPCjp54/s1600-h/IMG_6905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIe4K6rwAjI/AAAAAAAADCs/HhfcqPCjp54/s320/IMG_6905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226348390277710386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abigail and Jesse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-1944189178914465941?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1944189178914465941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=1944189178914465941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/1944189178914465941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/1944189178914465941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/07/county-fair.html' title='County Fair'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SIe4KEXO4TI/AAAAAAAADCc/hu31UhSg5hk/s72-c/IMG_6902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-2600828036020007307</id><published>2008-07-14T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:39.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>Our Philosopher</title><content type='html'>Abigail and Daddy were sitting by the campfire one night this past weekend while I was cleaning up after dinner.  As they sat together, Abby asked Daddy, "What if it's all just a dream?"  Daddy was a little taken aback and asked her, "What if &lt;em&gt;what's&lt;/em&gt; all a dream?"  She responded, "Everything.  All this," indicating around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH6O7DbaddI/AAAAAAAAC_s/c3aX1qhoUpw/s1600-h/IMG_6886mfdf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH6O7DbaddI/AAAAAAAAC_s/c3aX1qhoUpw/s320/IMG_6886mfdf.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223769762980066770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surely never expected to hear &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;rattling around in her little mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-2600828036020007307?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2600828036020007307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=2600828036020007307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/2600828036020007307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/2600828036020007307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-philosopher.html' title='Our Philosopher'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH6O7DbaddI/AAAAAAAAC_s/c3aX1qhoUpw/s72-c/IMG_6886mfdf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-6306133689110411881</id><published>2008-07-14T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:42.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Camping at the Beach</title><content type='html'>Abby loves adventure!  Needless to say, she was pumped for our camping trip at the beach.  Once we arrived and she saw all the "beautiful trees" to climb in, she was overjoyed.  While Daddy and I set up camp, she and Ryan (and some boys from a nearby campsite) climbed trees and ran around having a fantastic time.  After the camp was set up and a fire going, we walked to the beach for a quick look at the ocean and then back to the site for some hot chocolate...oh, wait, Abby didn't get any.  Before we left home, she got into the food box, took my bag of hot chocolate, hid under her bed, opened several packets and ate them (of course, making a huge mess in the process).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5T1eGGKLI/AAAAAAAAC8c/ngdYWAKB4xY/s1600-h/IMG_6752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5T1eGGKLI/AAAAAAAAC8c/ngdYWAKB4xY/s400/IMG_6752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223704795873159346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby had been wearing sandals when we arrived, and in just a little over two hours her feet looked like she had been walking through the ashes of the campfire!  It wasn't long after cleaning up her feet and donning shoes and socks that we made the final trip to the bathroom, which wasn't exactly close to our site.  It was after 10:00pm when we finally crawled into our sleeping bags for the night.  It took quite a while and a story from Daddy before the kids calmed down and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5T2XfN9iI/AAAAAAAAC8s/bP_257_bPBA/s1600-h/IMG_6764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5T2XfN9iI/AAAAAAAAC8s/bP_257_bPBA/s400/IMG_6764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223704811279349282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a little after 5:00am when the kids woke up, and I knew there was no getting them back to sleep.  In order to let Daddy sleep longer, I got up with them, took them to the bathroom and then we tried unsuccessfully to light a fire.  It was pretty chilly, so I made some hot chocolate for the kids...after her great disappointment the night before of not getting any, I allowed her to have some this time.  After about two hours, we started cooking breakfast and woke up Daddy to see if he wanted a hot breakfast of French Toast with us (he did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5T3j1ea_I/AAAAAAAAC88/FRJrjGQb48I/s1600-h/IMG_6769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5T3j1ea_I/AAAAAAAAC88/FRJrjGQb48I/s400/IMG_6769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223704831773797362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next thing we did was go to the beach.  Like I said, it was chilly, but the walk warmed us up somewhat.  We checked out the interesting forts people had built out of driftwood, did some geocaching, admired the scenery, and just generally enjoyed walking along the beach.  Even a wind-hating sand-hating noise-hating girl like me loves a walk on the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5YP1jaV7I/AAAAAAAAC9E/83PZla9uxUI/s1600-h/IMG_6773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5YP1jaV7I/AAAAAAAAC9E/83PZla9uxUI/s400/IMG_6773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223709646893242290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside the pirate fort that was built right near &lt;a href="http://www.co.tillamook.or.us/gov/Parks/Documents/Barview%20Map.pdf"&gt;our campground&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5YR2VRHhI/AAAAAAAAC9M/RUvlDedNN6s/s1600-h/IMG_6774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5YR2VRHhI/AAAAAAAAC9M/RUvlDedNN6s/s400/IMG_6774.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223709681462091282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no need to buy firewood at this campground!  All you had to do was gather up an armload of driftwood and carry it back to camp.  Abby is always finding great sticks when we go for hikes, and she was in her glory with thousands to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5YTEh19XI/AAAAAAAAC9c/RN4aidoltVY/s1600-h/IMG_6779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5YTEh19XI/AAAAAAAAC9c/RN4aidoltVY/s400/IMG_6779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223709702452802930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of dozens of sand angels Abby made during our trip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5ai5UVs0I/AAAAAAAAC9s/zdc5qaNGKiU/s1600-h/IMG_6796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5ai5UVs0I/AAAAAAAAC9s/zdc5qaNGKiU/s400/IMG_6796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223712173344535362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time we were at the beach, Abigail would fill her pocket with "pretty things" she'd find: shells, rocks, sticks, etc.  We took to calling her Jingle Shells because when she walked the shells would all clang together and make a jingling noise.  Daddy and I were cracking up every time she'd run because she would leave a trail of her treasures behind her as they would fall out of her pockets.  We tried several times to get it on video because it was so funny (to us, anyway) but weren't able to really get a good clip.  In the picture above, she's re-gathering all her "pretty things" she lost during a sprint, much to Ryan's impatience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5ajDnbSmI/AAAAAAAAC90/53RSlmMh5sg/s1600-h/IMG_6799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5ajDnbSmI/AAAAAAAAC90/53RSlmMh5sg/s400/IMG_6799.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223712176108948066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking a mile up the coast and then back, we went back to our campsite and had some lunch.  Then we drove Daddy to the jetty so he could do some fishing.  For some reason (probably because we told them it wasn't safe for them to stay and fish) Abby was terrified of the jetty.  She's normally so bold and throws caution to the wind, but she gripped my hand tightly as we walked a short distance out on the jetty and said goodbye to Daddy for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5ajdSG9JI/AAAAAAAAC-A/b9yemUa8QLw/s1600-h/IMG_6800mdfd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5ajdSG9JI/AAAAAAAAC-A/b9yemUa8QLw/s400/IMG_6800mdfd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223712182998856850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I then went back to the beach, armed with buckets, shovels, bulldozers, etc.  They spent the next few hours digging and rolling and playing in the sand.  The wind was blowing something fierce, and my legs were freezing making me wish I had worn long pants.  But the Abby and Ryan seemed oblivious to the blowing sand and cold air and had a blast playing together and separately until we saw Daddy walking down the shore to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5akGTM35I/AAAAAAAAC-M/hiFIod-JoB8/s1600-h/IMG_6806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5akGTM35I/AAAAAAAAC-M/hiFIod-JoB8/s400/IMG_6806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223712194009292690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had caught a fish and needed to go clean it, so I stayed a bit longer on the beach with the kids before going back to camp for some dinner...which would now include Vermillion Rock Fish!  After dinner we enjoyed the campfire and even made some S'mores.  Abby is the only one who actually likes them in our house.  Mommy just ate the chocolate, Daddy toasted marshmallows and then had some chocolate, and Ryan had a chocolate graham cracker sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5akXFTFBI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/-WEXop5ag1w/s1600-h/IMG_6819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5akXFTFBI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/-WEXop5ag1w/s400/IMG_6819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223712198514381842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we celebrated "&lt;a href="http://ryansreport.blogspot.com/2008/07/ryans-day-2008.html"&gt;Ryan's Day&lt;/a&gt;."  We all slept much later the next day, but Daddy woke with a bad migraine and had to give himself a shot.  So after a quick breakfast, Abby, Ryan and I, got on our bikes and rode to a large sand dune near the campground so Daddy could have some quiet and hopefully sleep off the meds and the migraine.  I helped Abby climb three-quarters of the way up this big sand dune when she turned and ran back down.  Then she sat at the bottom and cried because I wouldn't come back down and help her up again!  Eventually, she decided it wasn't nearly so difficult as she was making it and scrambled up to the top to join me.  We marveled at the view we could see from up there:  Tillamook Bay, the ocean, rocky outcroppings from the sea, the jetties, and gorgeous blue skies.  Too bad I didn't bring my camera, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5cRLiTgLI/AAAAAAAAC-k/uEDFO6gYmYY/s1600-h/IMG_6825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5cRLiTgLI/AAAAAAAAC-k/uEDFO6gYmYY/s400/IMG_6825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223714068020560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy surprised us by finding us as we were riding back to camp.  He said his head still hurt so I suggested we drive into Tillamook and do a geocache and have some ice cream while we were there.  He was up for that, and so was everyone else.  We stopped first at the &lt;a href="http://www.blueheronoregon.com/"&gt;Blue Heron&lt;/a&gt;, yet another place in Tillamook where they make cheese.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5cRnqR1qI/AAAAAAAAC-s/O5WEsyd1pN0/s1600-h/IMG_6834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5cRnqR1qI/AAAAAAAAC-s/O5WEsyd1pN0/s400/IMG_6834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223714075570198178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part for Abby was feeding the alpacas and farm animals.  She has always loved animals, and getting to feed and pet them is one of her favorite things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5cR4iuPRI/AAAAAAAAC-0/VkTPUh_jleg/s1600-h/IMG_6838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5cR4iuPRI/AAAAAAAAC-0/VkTPUh_jleg/s400/IMG_6838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223714080101907730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was hungry so we let Ryan choose where we would eat since it was his special day.  We ended up at McDonald's (big surprise), and the kids played there for a while before we took them to the "real" cheese factory and (more importantly) creamery!  We ate the delicious ice cream (it is SO much better there than the store), looked at the boat they have out front and then drove back to our campground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5cSHczXTI/AAAAAAAAC-8/pc_sq1cJFYo/s1600-h/IMG_6844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5cSHczXTI/AAAAAAAAC-8/pc_sq1cJFYo/s400/IMG_6844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223714084103609650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived we immediately packed up buckets, spades and toys and walked to the beach for an afternoon of sun (and freezing wind and blowing sand) and fun.  Both kids were dying to get into the water!  I admonished them that they were going to be very cold if they did, but they were not to be detered by a little bit of cold wind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5cSSxBc4I/AAAAAAAAC_E/QU-C8PGJaEo/s1600-h/IMG_6862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5cSSxBc4I/AAAAAAAAC_E/QU-C8PGJaEo/s400/IMG_6862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223714087141208962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby had a fabulous time for all of about 10 minutes.  She slipped and fell at one point which got her wetter than she had wanted, and after that she was so cold she just wanted to go back to our campsite.  I got her dressed in dry clothes and wrapped her up in a blanket hoping she'd change her mind, but once I saw her lying curled up on the sand with her back to the wind, I took pity on her and took her back and built a warm fire!  Truthfully, I wasn't sad to leave.  I wore pants so I wouldn't be too cold, but the wind and blowing sand was really irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5iK7tFAwI/AAAAAAAAC_M/0Xi2wGYQ72g/s1600-h/IMG_6885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5iK7tFAwI/AAAAAAAAC_M/0Xi2wGYQ72g/s400/IMG_6885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223720557761331970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we took Daddy to the sand dune since he had missed our first venture there.  He brought the camera this time also, but, sadly, there was a cloud bank covering the coast so we didn't get the view we had the previous time.  Once we left the sand dune, we rode our bikes to the jetty and found a geocache before riding home to pack up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5iLqlcrNI/AAAAAAAAC_k/XAr3bzs16yM/s1600-h/HPIM0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5iLqlcrNI/AAAAAAAAC_k/XAr3bzs16yM/s400/HPIM0857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223720570345794770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our camping trip was over, but we had had a good time.  On our way back through Tillamook, we decided to have one last ice cream cone.  Abby chose strawberry and enjoyed every bite!  We did a couple more geocaches before making the final leg of our trip home, of which Abby slept about 80 percent of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5iLFIFn1I/AAAAAAAAC_U/4VWjMEXD-l0/s1600-h/IMG_6895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5iLFIFn1I/AAAAAAAAC_U/4VWjMEXD-l0/s400/IMG_6895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223720560290537298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-6306133689110411881?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6306133689110411881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=6306133689110411881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/6306133689110411881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/6306133689110411881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/07/camping-at-beach.html' title='Camping at the Beach'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH5T1eGGKLI/AAAAAAAAC8c/ngdYWAKB4xY/s72-c/IMG_6752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-8368688165486598796</id><published>2008-07-09T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:43.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing With Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH4dte6UkwI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/4kixtRs7gwg/s1600-h/HPIM0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH4dte6UkwI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/4kixtRs7gwg/s400/HPIM0839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223645285025354498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy recently "acquired" a canoe.  It's actually not ours, but the owner said we could just keep it until he is ready to use it, which will probably not be for a while.  Daddy is thrilled!  He's taken Ryan out in it a couple of times, and then weekend before last he took Abby to a local lake for some fishing.  Abby caught three fish: a trout, a perch, and a blue gill!  She loves the canoe as much as Daddy, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH4dt9uLBWI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/2nUgi5_peTY/s1600-h/HPIM0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH4dt9uLBWI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/2nUgi5_peTY/s400/HPIM0842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223645293295895906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-8368688165486598796?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8368688165486598796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=8368688165486598796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/8368688165486598796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/8368688165486598796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/07/fishing-with-daddy.html' title='Fishing With Daddy'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SH4dte6UkwI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/4kixtRs7gwg/s72-c/HPIM0839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-1602077446757183372</id><published>2008-07-06T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:43.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artwork/Crafts'/><title type='text'>Fun Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SHGe8zqUk6I/AAAAAAAAC3o/dwDPmspkVzw/s1600-h/IMG_6716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SHGe8zqUk6I/AAAAAAAAC3o/dwDPmspkVzw/s400/IMG_6716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220128210596172706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids' Sunday school class is taking a break for the summer.  Ryan will be promoting to another class, and I wanted to thank their teacher for her ministry to the kids.  The kids made a simple bookmark out of beads and string for her, and they also made this cute vase.  It was so easy and turned out really great, though I forgot to take a final picture.  It's just Mod Podge and tissue paper and ends up looking like a piece of stained glass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-1602077446757183372?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1602077446757183372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=1602077446757183372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/1602077446757183372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/1602077446757183372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-craft.html' title='Fun Craft'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SHGe8zqUk6I/AAAAAAAAC3o/dwDPmspkVzw/s72-c/IMG_6716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-6749758176174313386</id><published>2008-07-02T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:43.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><title type='text'>Princess Bruiser</title><content type='html'>Daddy has been calling Abigail Princess Bruiser lately.  She just can't get through a week without some injury, and last week's was a doozy.  She was climbing the play structure by using a stretchy jump rope that was tied to the top.  It came undone, and the wooden handle smacked her in the face.  Though you can't see it very well in the picture, it was very swollen and turned a very pretty shade of purple as well as giving her two black eyes before finally healing up this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SHGbfJEXmRI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/KYpsnXBKsTk/s1600-h/IMG_6704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SHGbfJEXmRI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/KYpsnXBKsTk/s400/IMG_6704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220124402411608338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an appointment with the pediatrician the next day, and when he asked her how it happened Abby said very seriously, "Let me tell you the whole story!"  She then proceeded to start her story a year ago when Granpa and Daddy built the play structure!  Thankfully, there were no broken facial bones, just a bruises and sore spots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-6749758176174313386?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6749758176174313386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=6749758176174313386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/6749758176174313386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/6749758176174313386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/07/princess-bruiser.html' title='Princess Bruiser'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SHGbfJEXmRI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/KYpsnXBKsTk/s72-c/IMG_6704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-6541175015431169272</id><published>2008-06-26T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:44.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SHGdnrDi24I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/blPN-ln7u9I/s1600-h/IMG_6706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SHGdnrDi24I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/blPN-ln7u9I/s400/IMG_6706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220126747997166466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoying a tea party on a lovely summer day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SHGdn8x1lGI/AAAAAAAAC3g/0fQFUYw5rG0/s1600-h/IMG_6707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SHGdn8x1lGI/AAAAAAAAC3g/0fQFUYw5rG0/s400/IMG_6707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220126752754734178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is praying except the hostess who is eyeing the treats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-6541175015431169272?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6541175015431169272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=6541175015431169272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/6541175015431169272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/6541175015431169272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SHGdnrDi24I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/blPN-ln7u9I/s72-c/IMG_6706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-3411966683904217980</id><published>2008-06-25T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:44.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Cute Are They?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SGmbHPRqctI/AAAAAAAAC1E/hVxlHYkp5-M/s1600-h/IMG_6679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SGmbHPRqctI/AAAAAAAAC1E/hVxlHYkp5-M/s400/IMG_6679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217872191947436754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby and Ryan were invited to a friend's birthday party last week, and they had lots of fun. The highlight of the party for Abby (and for me too) was their three-week-old bunnies!&lt;a href="http://ryansreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/party-fun.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SGmbHZiPRdI/AAAAAAAAC1M/cSjWhyoHhBg/s1600-h/IMG_6680mdfd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SGmbHZiPRdI/AAAAAAAAC1M/cSjWhyoHhBg/s400/IMG_6680mdfd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217872194701313490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These have to be one of the most adorable things I've ever seen or held. Abby was in awe of their tiny ears and feet and really wanted to take one home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SGmbHh3ogpI/AAAAAAAAC1U/PKuloNiE1cE/s1600-h/IMG_6693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SGmbHh3ogpI/AAAAAAAAC1U/PKuloNiE1cE/s400/IMG_6693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217872196938531474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby also had fun petting and chasing their dog, chickens, and holding one of their full-grown rabbits.  She wanted to ride the horse too, but we had to save that for another day when there weren't so many people around who would also want a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SGmbH7sq_LI/AAAAAAAAC1c/E2Dprrj0Gz0/s1600-h/IMG_6686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SGmbH7sq_LI/AAAAAAAAC1c/E2Dprrj0Gz0/s400/IMG_6686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217872203871878322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-3411966683904217980?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3411966683904217980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=3411966683904217980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/3411966683904217980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/3411966683904217980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-cute-are-they.html' title='How Cute Are They?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SGmbHPRqctI/AAAAAAAAC1E/hVxlHYkp5-M/s72-c/IMG_6679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-864245070278821768</id><published>2008-06-16T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:45.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Freebies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SFbaNjfcOjI/AAAAAAAACys/I47Eo_pg6bU/s1600-h/IMG_6649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SFbaNjfcOjI/AAAAAAAACys/I47Eo_pg6bU/s400/IMG_6649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212593545128196658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids' swim lessons ended about ten days ago, and we haven't decided if we can afford another round next month or not.  So in the meantime, we are taking advantage of the free lessons offered this week at the pool.  Because it's on a first-come-first-served basis, we got there a bit early to sign up, and then we walked next door to the elementary school to have some fun on their playground while we awaited our turn in the pool.   Abby loved that there were so many swings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SFbaO6b70lI/AAAAAAAACy8/eWkACSmGGhc/s1600-h/IMG_6654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SFbaO6b70lI/AAAAAAAACy8/eWkACSmGGhc/s400/IMG_6654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212593568467374674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was much more chaotic than our usual lessons (we're usually the only ones in the shallow pool), Abby and Ryan did fine.  They had some openings in the class after ours and they allowed us to sign up again, which the kids thought was fantastic... a whole hour in the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SFbaPKsfDxI/AAAAAAAACzE/FxLB7GjDSqY/s1600-h/IMG_6667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SFbaPKsfDxI/AAAAAAAACzE/FxLB7GjDSqY/s400/IMG_6667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212593572831760146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming we went to the middle school for the &lt;a href="http://www.fns.usda.gov/cnd/Summer/"&gt;free lunch program&lt;/a&gt; that is offered in the summer.  Since we homeschool, the kids get a kick out of eating at the school and seeing the classrooms and everything.  I figure it's one of the few benefits we'll ever receive from all the taxes we pay, so I may as well take advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SFbaPgD2GVI/AAAAAAAACzM/cb0Hc-MJK_k/s1600-h/IMG_6672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SFbaPgD2GVI/AAAAAAAACzM/cb0Hc-MJK_k/s400/IMG_6672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212593578566883666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-864245070278821768?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/864245070278821768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=864245070278821768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/864245070278821768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/864245070278821768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-freebies.html' title='Summer Freebies'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SFbaNjfcOjI/AAAAAAAACys/I47Eo_pg6bU/s72-c/IMG_6649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-6703551672179631534</id><published>2008-06-04T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:45.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Astronaut Sighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SE7bGkb8_mI/AAAAAAAACyM/bTjFWeBhGw8/s1600-h/IMG_6637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SE7bGkb8_mI/AAAAAAAACyM/bTjFWeBhGw8/s400/IMG_6637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210342724820860514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby used to say she wanted to go to the moon someday.  Though she hasn't said that in a while, she is always up for an adventure.  While the van was being serviced last week, we took the light rail downtown to go have lunch with Daddy.  As we were walking through Pioneer Courthouse Square, we saw a bunch of people in space gear.  They were promoting our &lt;a href="http://www.sprucegoose.org/"&gt;new space museum&lt;/a&gt; and giving out "astronaut food."  The kids got a kick out of seeing the space suits, and it was fun to try the freeze dried ice cream sandwiches, though Abby was the only one who really liked it.  She ate three of the four bars we were given!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-6703551672179631534?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6703551672179631534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=6703551672179631534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/6703551672179631534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/6703551672179631534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/astronaut-sighting.html' title='Astronaut Sighting'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SE7bGkb8_mI/AAAAAAAACyM/bTjFWeBhGw8/s72-c/IMG_6637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-8818633200697798020</id><published>2008-06-02T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:27:03.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><title type='text'>Eye Doctor</title><content type='html'>Abby had her checkup with the eye doctor today, and I'm happy to report that she has perfect vision.  Well, she's a little farsighted, but apparently that's normal for children (Ryan is too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ophthalmologist also looked at her red bump under her eye and agreed with Ryan's doctor that it is a chalazion.  She told  me I can finally stop the hot compresses as they don't do much good at this stage (I kind of figured that out by now), and she gave me some ointment to put on twice a day.  It will still take a while to completely resolve, but hopefully in a couple months it will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just when I thought it was all good news, she had me look through the microscope at Abby's other eyelid.  She has another plugged gland!  Though it's not swollen or red yet, we now have to put hot compresses on that eye in hopes that it will prevent a full blown chalazion like we had &lt;a href="http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/01/worse-before-better.html"&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-8818633200697798020?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8818633200697798020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=8818633200697798020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/8818633200697798020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/8818633200697798020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/06/eye-doctor.html' title='Eye Doctor'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-5849910543150126914</id><published>2008-05-25T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:47.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granpa Visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEiqCb6eTSI/AAAAAAAACwc/Nh33qtzShv0/s1600-h/IMG_6600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEiqCb6eTSI/AAAAAAAACwc/Nh33qtzShv0/s400/IMG_6600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208599927883451682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby was so excited about Granpa coming she kept asking me about it for days and days and days.  Finally the day arrived and we picked him up at the airport.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEiqCr6eTTI/AAAAAAAACwk/Y5b1ORX4s-s/s1600-h/IMG_6605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEiqCr6eTTI/AAAAAAAACwk/Y5b1ORX4s-s/s400/IMG_6605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208599932178418994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Granpa was to get no rest though.  The next day we put him to work installing our fence!  It was, of course, raining half the time he was here.  After getting rained out of work on Sunday, we took the kids to Out of This World to run some energy off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEiqDL6eTUI/AAAAAAAACws/Ty0F3d0iH1Y/s1600-h/IMG_6624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEiqDL6eTUI/AAAAAAAACws/Ty0F3d0iH1Y/s400/IMG_6624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208599940768353602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granpa went above the call of duty and climbed up into the play structure and slid down the slides with Abby for about 30 minutes!  (Having been inside myself, I know it's not the easiest place to maneuver through!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEiqDb6eTVI/AAAAAAAACw0/AMIw5fVBl0I/s1600-h/IMG_6622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEiqDb6eTVI/AAAAAAAACw0/AMIw5fVBl0I/s400/IMG_6622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208599945063320914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby was delighted to have him playing with her.  She loves her Granpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEiqDb6eTWI/AAAAAAAACw8/v6CR46V_AeI/s1600-h/IMG_6628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEiqDb6eTWI/AAAAAAAACw8/v6CR46V_AeI/s400/IMG_6628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208599945063320930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-5849910543150126914?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5849910543150126914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=5849910543150126914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/5849910543150126914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/5849910543150126914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/05/granpa-visits.html' title='Granpa Visits'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEiqCb6eTSI/AAAAAAAACwc/Nh33qtzShv0/s72-c/IMG_6600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-3970410683957070962</id><published>2008-05-20T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:48.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEimrL6eTQI/AAAAAAAACwM/6L3aFQgYZbI/s1600-h/IMG_6583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEimrL6eTQI/AAAAAAAACwM/6L3aFQgYZbI/s400/IMG_6583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208596229916609794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abigail seems to really benefit from swimming, so we put the kids back in another session this month.  Any activity where she has to use both sides of her body at the same time and makes her brain "cross" over both sides is really good for her.  Plus, she absolutely LOVES it, particularly being underwater.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will take a couple weeks off and then sign them up for the summer session of lessons.  Hopefully she will do well among lots of other kids.  We have been spoiled with our small classes of two or three!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-3970410683957070962?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3970410683957070962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=3970410683957070962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/3970410683957070962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/3970410683957070962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/05/abigail-seems-to-really-benefit-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SEimrL6eTQI/AAAAAAAACwM/6L3aFQgYZbI/s72-c/IMG_6583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-2580323139662767021</id><published>2008-05-17T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:48.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><title type='text'>Chalazion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SDHD8KELwlI/AAAAAAAACvM/3SLrSdolwNY/s1600-h/IMG_6576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SDHD8KELwlI/AAAAAAAACvM/3SLrSdolwNY/s400/IMG_6576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202154482851103314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were at &lt;a href="http://ryansreport.blogspot.com/2008/05/eye-appointment.html"&gt;Ryan's eye surgeon&lt;/a&gt;, I took the chance to ask her about &lt;a href="http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/01/worse-before-better.html"&gt;Abby's stye&lt;/a&gt; that still hasn't gone away.  Dr. Goodman said that it is more likely what's called a chalazion, and not a stye, though they are similar.  Whereas a stye is red, sore lump near the edge of the eyelid caused by an infected eyelash follicle, a chalazion tends to develop farther from the edge of the eyelid and is not caused by infection from bacteria but from a gland becoming blogged with oil secretions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treatment?  Same thing we've been doing for months: warm compresses four to five times a day.  It really hasn't seemed to be helping, so I've gone in spurts where I do it for a week and then give up.  However, Abby has an eye exam next month with her opthalmologist, so I will keep doing it until the visit and see what the doctor says then.  Ryan's surgeon said there is an ointment that can be prescribed for stubborn chalazia, so perhaps we will get some of that next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-2580323139662767021?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2580323139662767021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=2580323139662767021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/2580323139662767021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/2580323139662767021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/05/while-we-were-at-ryans-eye-surgeon-i.html' title='Chalazion'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SDHD8KELwlI/AAAAAAAACvM/3SLrSdolwNY/s72-c/IMG_6576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-5458762146598480170</id><published>2008-05-10T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:48.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAE'/><title type='text'>Knows Her Alphabet</title><content type='html'>About halfway through our Letter-of-the-Week study of the alphabet, Abby began to struggle a bit.  I decided to buy the Leap Frog Letter Factory DVD because I had heard some good things about it.  I didn't have very high expectations since my experience in the "educational" toy market has taught me that there is usually very little in the way of education and much more in the realm of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0000INU6S?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=conitalljoy-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=B0000INU6S"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SCt-2aELwjI/AAAAAAAACu8/7CAZ6UNTJcU/s400/51ugbXMr95L__SL160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=conitalljoy-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B0000INU6S" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was pleasantly surprised!  After watching it just a few times, I saw dramatic improvement in her ability to retain the names of the letters she had already "learned," and she quickly picked up several new ones we hadn't gone over yet.  In addition, she was learning the sounds they make and retaining the information really well.  Retention is difficult for Abby, indeed for most kids with FASD (Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder), so this was very encouraging for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She now knows her entire alphabet and is very proud.  I purchased the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0000INU6I?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=conitalljoy-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=B0000INU6I"&gt;Leap Frog - Talking Words Factory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=conitalljoy-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B0000INU6I" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt; and told her she could watch it as soon as she learned all her letters, so she's excited that she can now watch this one as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-5458762146598480170?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5458762146598480170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=5458762146598480170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/5458762146598480170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/5458762146598480170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/05/knows-her-alphabet.html' title='Knows Her Alphabet'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SCt-2aELwjI/AAAAAAAACu8/7CAZ6UNTJcU/s72-c/51ugbXMr95L__SL160_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-4820762821447726452</id><published>2008-04-30T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:48.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><title type='text'>It's Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SBnidicCYXI/AAAAAAAACtk/iGLuaSnWJT0/s1600-h/IMG_6556mdfd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SBnidicCYXI/AAAAAAAACtk/iGLuaSnWJT0/s400/IMG_6556mdfd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195432642237063538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty sure Abigail was going to lose her fingernail when she &lt;a href="http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/04/mom-guilt.html"&gt;injured&lt;/a&gt; it last week, and sure enough, we had to clip it off because it was only hanging on by a small piece.  Isn't it lovely?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-4820762821447726452?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4820762821447726452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=4820762821447726452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/4820762821447726452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/4820762821447726452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-gone.html' title='It&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SBnidicCYXI/AAAAAAAACtk/iGLuaSnWJT0/s72-c/IMG_6556mdfd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-5630082488998625608</id><published>2008-04-22T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:49.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6kLicCYUI/AAAAAAAACtM/FciIHbUHOxw/s1600-h/IMG_6549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6kLicCYUI/AAAAAAAACtM/FciIHbUHOxw/s400/IMG_6549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192267938534678850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I have written Abby's thank you notes and she has drawn a picture on it, but she's doing well enough in her writing that I decided to let her write her own today.  Granted, they are short and to the point (Thank You.  Abby), but she was pretty proud of herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, she almost has her alphabet down.  After much work, she now knows all but two of her letters!  She also knows most of the sounds too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-5630082488998625608?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5630082488998625608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=5630082488998625608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/5630082488998625608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/5630082488998625608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/04/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6kLicCYUI/AAAAAAAACtM/FciIHbUHOxw/s72-c/IMG_6549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-1156022470489514665</id><published>2008-04-20T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:49.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6jtScCYTI/AAAAAAAACtE/M8EMwKkDyGQ/s1600-h/IMG_6544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6jtScCYTI/AAAAAAAACtE/M8EMwKkDyGQ/s400/IMG_6544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192267418843636018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan went to work with Daddy on Saturday, so Abby and I had a girls' day together.  She made her own breakfast and did her own hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-1156022470489514665?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1156022470489514665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=1156022470489514665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/1156022470489514665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/1156022470489514665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/04/girl-time.html' title='Girl Time'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6jtScCYTI/AAAAAAAACtE/M8EMwKkDyGQ/s72-c/IMG_6544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-1734210803463058736</id><published>2008-04-18T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:50.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6iaicCYPI/AAAAAAAACsk/DxlCoU_-nrE/s1600-h/IMG_6533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6iaicCYPI/AAAAAAAACsk/DxlCoU_-nrE/s400/IMG_6533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192265997209460978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an "&lt;a href="http://garnerblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/interruptions.html"&gt;interruption&lt;/a&gt;" last night of the gruesome kind, a trip to urgent care.  Ryan and Abby were helping me get dinner ready and after Abby helped mix the rub for the pork tenderloin she wanted to help Ryan peel potatoes.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6ibCcCYQI/AAAAAAAACss/6jgVyy9qtrw/s1600-h/IMG_6536mdfd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6ibCcCYQI/AAAAAAAACss/6jgVyy9qtrw/s400/IMG_6536mdfd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192266005799395586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she was about halfway done with the potato, she sliced into her finger and through her fingernail.  I rinsed it and put pressure on it but it took a good 20 to 25 minutes to stop the bleeding, and then it would start again every time she bent her finger.  By that time Daddy had arrived home, so we turned off the oven and drove to urgent care.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6ibCcCYRI/AAAAAAAACs0/HM1W8k6XauA/s1600-h/IMG_6540mdfd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6ibCcCYRI/AAAAAAAACs0/HM1W8k6XauA/s400/IMG_6540mdfd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192266005799395602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we suspected they really didn't recommend doing much but to just "let nature take its course."  They glued a bandage on to keep it from opening up every time she used her finger and put a small guard on to protect it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6ibScCYSI/AAAAAAAACs8/ygX8XppwHfE/s1600-h/IMG_6542mdfd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6ibScCYSI/AAAAAAAACs8/ygX8XppwHfE/s400/IMG_6542mdfd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192266010094362914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual she was a wonderful patient, which I am so thankful for.  When she got her new bike for her birthday, I had wondered if we'd end making a trip to urgent care from a bad fall, but I didn't think we'd end up there from a willingness to help make dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-1734210803463058736?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1734210803463058736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=1734210803463058736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/1734210803463058736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/1734210803463058736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/04/mom-guilt.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SA6iaicCYPI/AAAAAAAACsk/DxlCoU_-nrE/s72-c/IMG_6533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-1365649296773416132</id><published>2008-04-13T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:53.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Special Days'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Abby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUZCL7eHkI/AAAAAAAACpM/wHQ9xnzz5-A/s1600-h/IMG_6421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUZCL7eHkI/AAAAAAAACpM/wHQ9xnzz5-A/s400/IMG_6421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189581670967025218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her birthday we had originally planned to take Abigail to &lt;a href="http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-day.html"&gt;Out of This World&lt;/a&gt;, but since we ended up having an absolutely gorgeous day, we changed our plans and headed to the coast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUZDL7eHlI/AAAAAAAACpU/sKfZCC0-fAM/s1600-h/IMG_6423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUZDL7eHlI/AAAAAAAACpU/sKfZCC0-fAM/s400/IMG_6423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189581688146894418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first stopped at &lt;a href="http://www.viamagazine.com/top_stories/articles/camp_18_02.asp"&gt;Camp 18&lt;/a&gt;, an old logging camp that has been turned into a museum and restaurant. The food is pretty good (not to mention abundant), and it's just a fun place to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUZDr7eHmI/AAAAAAAACpc/NavVWRZxtg4/s1600-h/IMG_6450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUZDr7eHmI/AAAAAAAACpc/NavVWRZxtg4/s400/IMG_6450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189581696736829026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Washington State now has the tallest Sitka in the U.S.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop we made was what used to be the tallest Sitka Spruce in the United States, but after our storms at the end of last year it's now half its original size, which was over 200 feet tall. We had been meaning to stop in the past, but, alas, we waited too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUZEr7eHnI/AAAAAAAACpk/Pijeu12SChg/s1600-h/IMG_6456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUZEr7eHnI/AAAAAAAACpk/Pijeu12SChg/s400/IMG_6456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189581713916698226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a negative tide on Saturday, so we went to &lt;a href="http://www.cannon-beach.net/cbhaystack.html"&gt;Haystack Rock&lt;/a&gt; near Cannon Beach and explored the tidepools there. It was probably the nicest day weatherwise we have ever had at an Oregon beach! It was absolutely the perfect temperature (as long as you weren't getting into the ocean), the sun was glorious but not beating down, and it wasn't even as packed as I thought it might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUZE77eHoI/AAAAAAAACps/NEWc3uj53Os/s1600-h/HPIM0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUZE77eHoI/AAAAAAAACps/NEWc3uj53Os/s400/HPIM0819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189581718211665538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUejb7eHpI/AAAAAAAACp0/rHQV5OPSuEQ/s1600-h/HPIM0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUejb7eHpI/AAAAAAAACp0/rHQV5OPSuEQ/s400/HPIM0820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189587739755814546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw hermit crabs, anenomes, chiton, starfish, and other neat creatures. Abby manage to scrape her leg up pretty good on a barnacled rock, but per her usual toughness didn't let it keep her from having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUej77eHqI/AAAAAAAACp8/10mU0n6sj_c/s1600-h/HPIM0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUej77eHqI/AAAAAAAACp8/10mU0n6sj_c/s400/HPIM0826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189587748345749154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUekr7eHsI/AAAAAAAACqM/IAJTzvdziSM/s1600-h/IMG_6485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUekr7eHsI/AAAAAAAACqM/IAJTzvdziSM/s400/IMG_6485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189587761230651074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours the tide began coming in again so we left the beach and headed home, but not before doing a few geocaches along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUek77eHtI/AAAAAAAACqU/1P00_dZ5IPE/s1600-h/IMG_6487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUek77eHtI/AAAAAAAACqU/1P00_dZ5IPE/s400/IMG_6487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189587765525618386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked Abby what she wanted to eat for her birthday she said, "Cake and meat!"  That's my girl!  So while the coals for the steaks were heating, Abby opened her birthday presents.  It was such a beautiful day that we took the gifts outside and enjoyed the sunshine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUizb7eHuI/AAAAAAAACqc/MiGzG3E5aRo/s1600-h/IMG_6515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUizb7eHuI/AAAAAAAACqc/MiGzG3E5aRo/s400/IMG_6515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189592412680232674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she opened her gifts, she and Ryan began playing catch with her new purple baseball glove, thinking she was done getting gifts.  When she saw Daddy wheel her bike around the corner, she dropped her glove and came running to get on her new bike.  She got right on and began riding like a pro, as long as she doesn't have to turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUizr7eHvI/AAAAAAAACqk/3YFoPZxxwa8/s1600-h/IMG_6519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUizr7eHvI/AAAAAAAACqk/3YFoPZxxwa8/s400/IMG_6519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189592416975199986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was getting dark, so we reluctantly came inside to eat our meat and cake.  Abby had requested an ice cream cake, but when I ordered it from Dairy Queen I didn't realize there isn't any cake in it!  This is the first year I haven't made the birthday cake, so it was kind of different for us.  We sang Happy Birthdya, she blew out her candles, ate a piece of "cake," and went to bed shortly thereafter.  It was a full and fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUiz77eHwI/AAAAAAAACqs/_tC5JCXss6o/s1600-h/IMG_6526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUiz77eHwI/AAAAAAAACqs/_tC5JCXss6o/s400/IMG_6526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189592421270167298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Abby's birthday wish was that she could be with her family for the rest of her life...ahhh, isn't that sweet?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-1365649296773416132?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1365649296773416132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=1365649296773416132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/1365649296773416132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/1365649296773416132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-abby.html' title='Happy Birthday, Abby!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SAUZCL7eHkI/AAAAAAAACpM/wHQ9xnzz5-A/s72-c/IMG_6421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-4849264595387328876</id><published>2008-04-12T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:54.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Dinner and LaCrosse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SALYZL7eHhI/AAAAAAAACo0/m-8WmaBpDWY/s1600-h/IMG_6416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SALYZL7eHhI/AAAAAAAACo0/m-8WmaBpDWY/s400/IMG_6416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188947647894789650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening was a last-minute excursion downtown to go out to dinner and to a free Lumb&lt;a href="http://ryansreport.blogspot.com/2008/04/lacrosse-game.html"&gt;erjax LaCrosse game&lt;/a&gt;, compliments of Daddy who won tickets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SALYZL7eHiI/AAAAAAAACo8/8IdnxlaM6H8/s1600-h/IMG_6418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SALYZL7eHiI/AAAAAAAACo8/8IdnxlaM6H8/s400/IMG_6418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188947647894789666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Red Robin and Abby was eager to have the servers sing Happy Birthday to her, but when it came down to it she was overcome with shyness!  She shared her sundae, and then we headed to the game.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SALYZb7eHjI/AAAAAAAACpE/kmAokG7zq7Q/s1600-h/HPIM0806mdfd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SALYZb7eHjI/AAAAAAAACpE/kmAokG7zq7Q/s400/HPIM0806mdfd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188947652189756978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Abby just like the excitement of rooting for a team and eating cotton candy, but she was pretty impressed by seeing Miss Oregon in her sparkly crown, especially when the Queen waved at her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SALYY77eHgI/AAAAAAAACos/n-syqhSrFsQ/s1600-h/HPIM0798mdfd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SALYY77eHgI/AAAAAAAACos/n-syqhSrFsQ/s400/HPIM0798mdfd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188947643599822338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy and Abby having a goofy moment!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-4849264595387328876?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4849264595387328876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=4849264595387328876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/4849264595387328876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/4849264595387328876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/04/dinner-and-lacrosse.html' title='Dinner and LaCrosse'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SALYZL7eHhI/AAAAAAAACo0/m-8WmaBpDWY/s72-c/IMG_6416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-8078928636603238017</id><published>2008-04-07T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:54.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Educational Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SALJnL7eHaI/AAAAAAAACn8/fgr6n8tOyI8/s1600-h/IMG_6400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SALJnL7eHaI/AAAAAAAACn8/fgr6n8tOyI8/s400/IMG_6400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188931395738541474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan received this &lt;a type="amzn" asin="B00008X35Q"&gt;Phonics Library&lt;/a&gt; by LeapFrog for a gift when he was a year old, I think.  There are so many so-called educational products out there, and I haven't found many that were both truly educational and held the child's interest for more than a few minutes, but this one has passed the test.  Ryan used and used it, and now it has been passed down to Abby.  She also uses is alot, and it has been a great homeschool help lately.  She will sit and play with it for 20 minutes at a time, which is a lot for her!  They have had many different models over the years, but if you're looking for a great gift for a young child, I highly recommend this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-8078928636603238017?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8078928636603238017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=8078928636603238017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/8078928636603238017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/8078928636603238017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-educational-toy.html' title='Great Educational Toy'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/SALJnL7eHaI/AAAAAAAACn8/fgr6n8tOyI8/s72-c/IMG_6400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14762410.post-8979480067523866607</id><published>2008-04-05T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:04:56.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Fun Day</title><content type='html'>I guess I was feeling a little escapist yesterday when I decided on a whim to go play with my kiddies. Abigail has said numerous times that she is "missing Daddy already," and Ryan keeps asking when he's coming home. So instead of school, chores, and the normal routine, we went out to play! After a trip to the bank and breakfast at a local restaurant, we headed to a new play center that's not too terribly far from us called &lt;a href="http://www.outofthisworld.net/"&gt;Out of This World&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/R_gwQuTlAYI/AAAAAAAACms/qGRt32kRU9U/s1600-h/IMG_6361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185948034783314306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/R_gwQuTlAYI/AAAAAAAACms/qGRt32kRU9U/s400/IMG_6361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby usually went down this slide on her belly &lt;br /&gt;doing what she calls her penguin slide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really like this new place.  It's a family owned establishment, and they really put some thought into it.  It's the first place of this kind that we've been to where I wasn't completely stressed trying to keep track of my kids.  It's in a huge warehouse and is very easy to see from one end to the other.  They have a nice area for babies and toddlers with comfy sofas for the moms.  And though I haven't tried the food yet (pizza, salads and ice cream), it looked better than anything I've seen elsewhere.  I did buy a bottomless drink for the kids and bottomless coffee for me, complete with flavored syrups and creamers!  We plan to take Abby there for her birthday next weekend, and we will try the other food then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/R_gwROTlAZI/AAAAAAAACm0/PoBY9562_NQ/s1600-h/IMG_6370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185948043373248914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/R_gwROTlAZI/AAAAAAAACm0/PoBY9562_NQ/s400/IMG_6370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby enjoyed the inflatable structure a lot, never going &lt;br /&gt;down the slide the "normal" way.  I saw more than one crew &lt;br /&gt;member cringe as they watched her clambor through it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/R_gwROTlAaI/AAAAAAAACm8/OE-xt3Izp1E/s1600-h/IMG_6374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185948043373248930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/R_gwROTlAaI/AAAAAAAACm8/OE-xt3Izp1E/s400/IMG_6374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neither of the kids spent much time on the "rock crawl," &lt;br /&gt;but I suspect if it had been a full-blown rock wall I &lt;br /&gt;couldn't have kept Abby off of it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/R_gwReTlAbI/AAAAAAAACnE/1UGtYyShkJs/s1600-h/IMG_6387mdfd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185948047668216242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/R_gwReTlAbI/AAAAAAAACnE/1UGtYyShkJs/s400/IMG_6387mdfd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cruising along.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/R_gwR-TlAcI/AAAAAAAACnM/x35HcIv4HrE/s1600-h/IMG_6391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185948056258150850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/R_gwR-TlAcI/AAAAAAAACnM/x35HcIv4HrE/s400/IMG_6391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Playing store clerk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14762410-8979480067523866607?l=heresabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8979480067523866607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14762410&amp;postID=8979480067523866607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/8979480067523866607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14762410/posts/default/8979480067523866607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresabby.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-day.html' title='Fun Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714889489664376002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07497174733717983578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JsJk0NWD1tw/R_gwQuTlAYI/AAAAAAAACms/qGRt32kRU9U/s72-c/IMG_6361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>