<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120</id><updated>2012-01-27T11:10:55.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Robbins Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-6704174533338064189</id><published>2012-01-20T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:22:52.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are making progress up in herr. &amp;nbsp;I have been having my weekly check ups,.. well for the last 3 weeks anyway. &amp;nbsp;It's getting old at this point. &amp;nbsp;But at my last appointment they did an ultrasound to check on the IUD,.. which somehow made it out of my uterus in the last 20 weeks, and is chillin' between my liver and my uterus,.. which are close these days. &amp;nbsp;Every appointment I hear something about this dang IUD, the more I realize how much of a miracle this little boy is. &amp;nbsp;He is sure meant to be here! &amp;nbsp;To have my uterus punctured, and the IUD escape, all the while, keeping this pregnancy is a miracle,.. not to mention the fact that I haven't had any bleeding, or cramping, or anything,.. truly a miracle. AND just getting pregnant with this sucker, more evidence that there is truly a higher power at work here. This kid has got somethin' big to accomplish in life, that's for sure. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nursery is almost done! &amp;nbsp;I spray painted a few picture frames, and ordered Daddy's only request for his son's room this last week. &amp;nbsp;I will post pictures when it's all done. &amp;nbsp;But,.. I am LOVIN it! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big sisters are getting anxious. &amp;nbsp;Bailey talks to Cy ALL the time,.. when she gets home from school she gives me kisses and then kisses my belly, and tells Cy about her day,.. not me. &amp;nbsp;Whenever I ask Chloe what she is going to do when she meets Cy, she says,.. "I NOT going to kiss him mom!" &amp;nbsp;I don't know why,.. but I am certain she is a big huge liar. &amp;nbsp;She can't leave her cousin alone,.. what would make me believe her brother is going to be treated differently? &amp;nbsp;Bailey wanted me to make her a paper chain count down, and I JUMPED at the chance,..... for my sake. &amp;nbsp;We are a little excited okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peter and I (really it's just me) are a little baffled that it's really a boy(I made them double check at my ultrasound). &amp;nbsp;I got the D.L. on wieners,.. and sheesh,.. all I will say is there are things I never knew!! &amp;nbsp;Good things to know,....weird. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The original point of this post was to just post this picture,...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJGbvxnJL_Y/TxpKntNbnbI/AAAAAAAACV4/rf9ta7TnyME/s1600/IMG_1123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJGbvxnJL_Y/TxpKntNbnbI/AAAAAAAACV4/rf9ta7TnyME/s640/IMG_1123.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When they went in to look for the IUD, they were really nice and did the 4D so I could see his face. &amp;nbsp;I gasped, and then just felt guilty Peter wasn't there,.. it was like I was meeting our baby without his Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He looks JUST like Chloe,.... I think. &amp;nbsp;And look at those luscious lips, and big fat cheeks!!!! &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to kiss them, and squeeze them, &amp;nbsp;just like I did to Chloe,.. and Bailey,.. and most any baby I ever get very close to. &amp;nbsp;I have an obsession with fat babies mostly. &amp;nbsp;Mmmmm I can't wait!!! &amp;nbsp;Just 12 days!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-6704174533338064189?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6704174533338064189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=6704174533338064189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6704174533338064189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6704174533338064189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2012/01/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJGbvxnJL_Y/TxpKntNbnbI/AAAAAAAACV4/rf9ta7TnyME/s72-c/IMG_1123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-3743471807779010292</id><published>2012-01-05T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:21:09.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a little baby update. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things are ROCKIN. &amp;nbsp;I can't even believe I am pregnant. &amp;nbsp;Other than, feet the size of an elephant, and the inability to bend over, &amp;nbsp;and my general massive-ness,.. I don't even feel pregnant. &amp;nbsp;I feel SO good! &amp;nbsp;I can brag, because I have been down the other road, and know the misery of having a sicky and tired pregnancy. &amp;nbsp; I just got back from the Doctor and things look great!! &amp;nbsp;I have a c-section scheduled and I can't wait to meet this little guy in just 4 weeks! I am actually measuring at 35 weeks 6 days, and since we don't know exactly when this little guy was created,.. we are guessing that I am closer to that anyway. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I don't know if I should label this picture 34 weeks or 35 weeks, or heck,.. even 36 weeks. &amp;nbsp;My ankles are voting for 36! &amp;nbsp;(and yes,.. I am the size of a barge,... whatever.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJRHF6B-P_o/TwY8o4kzwGI/AAAAAAAACU0/RAekAb0xNv8/s1600/DSC_3838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJRHF6B-P_o/TwY8o4kzwGI/AAAAAAAACU0/RAekAb0xNv8/s640/DSC_3838.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(oh barf)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three of my wicked awesome friends threw me and wicked awesome baby shower, and I am super sad I didn't get a picture WITH them last night :( &amp;nbsp; But here are some of the pictures I took of their seriously awesome food, and decorating. &amp;nbsp;They are like Martha Stewart, but way cuter and more fashionable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MvyrMFQae2I/TwY8s6qW-6I/AAAAAAAACU8/9ceTBkwh8i0/s1600/DSC_3840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MvyrMFQae2I/TwY8s6qW-6I/AAAAAAAACU8/9ceTBkwh8i0/s640/DSC_3840.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7A4MhjoIC50/TwY8xXY4OwI/AAAAAAAACVE/3flPp6OkfK4/s1600/DSC_3843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7A4MhjoIC50/TwY8xXY4OwI/AAAAAAAACVE/3flPp6OkfK4/s640/DSC_3843.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBVLnPABmIs/TwY81MSKxzI/AAAAAAAACVM/nQv1PVmF5Yk/s1600/DSC_3845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBVLnPABmIs/TwY81MSKxzI/AAAAAAAACVM/nQv1PVmF5Yk/s640/DSC_3845.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTq-myJtwBE/TwY86TxHHuI/AAAAAAAACVU/6KXz_wai1HM/s1600/DSC_3847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTq-myJtwBE/TwY86TxHHuI/AAAAAAAACVU/6KXz_wai1HM/s640/DSC_3847.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3oWB6cVe9Qw/TwY8-2X54BI/AAAAAAAACVc/5fdu_suNtQk/s1600/DSC_3846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3oWB6cVe9Qw/TwY8-2X54BI/AAAAAAAACVc/5fdu_suNtQk/s640/DSC_3846.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1WvTzKoI4RY/TwY9Ci6gLnI/AAAAAAAACVk/7fERXUUfj8g/s1600/DSC_3839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1WvTzKoI4RY/TwY9Ci6gLnI/AAAAAAAACVk/7fERXUUfj8g/s640/DSC_3839.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had this game that we played that was HILARIOUS!! &amp;nbsp;They took 3 pictures of me, 3 pictures of Peter and a bunch of different baby faces and people could go in and cut out our different features and piece them together to make Cy. &amp;nbsp;I thought it was AWESOME!! &amp;nbsp;I was laughing so hard! &amp;nbsp;And of course we played the melted candy bar in a diaper game,.. which is always awesome, and makes me NOT want to eat candy bars! &amp;nbsp;Seriously,.. be jealous that I get to hang out with these ladies,.. they are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-3743471807779010292?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3743471807779010292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=3743471807779010292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3743471807779010292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3743471807779010292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-close.html' title='So close!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJRHF6B-P_o/TwY8o4kzwGI/AAAAAAAACU0/RAekAb0xNv8/s72-c/DSC_3838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-7485358329719583165</id><published>2011-12-29T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:50:49.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we are down to the monthly blog post here people. &amp;nbsp;So Since Thanksgiving we have been busy busy busy!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzSUiaja9QE/TvyW_oINoNI/AAAAAAAACTA/X3UPIm_e68g/s1600/DSC_3647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzSUiaja9QE/TvyW_oINoNI/AAAAAAAACTA/X3UPIm_e68g/s640/DSC_3647.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We spent the week-ish/weekend of Thanksgiving at SpringHaven, and had a BLAST!! &amp;nbsp;These girls sure love each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOvvSjeqV4E/TvyXDeK3ewI/AAAAAAAACTI/jN3kf4Z13yY/s1600/DSC_3654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOvvSjeqV4E/TvyXDeK3ewI/AAAAAAAACTI/jN3kf4Z13yY/s640/DSC_3654.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All the Robbins cousins got super cute matching jammies from Grandma and Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OfoUAKLDp5s/TvyXGh2L3CI/AAAAAAAACTQ/cuDIIWwxMv4/s1600/DSC_3670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OfoUAKLDp5s/TvyXGh2L3CI/AAAAAAAACTQ/cuDIIWwxMv4/s640/DSC_3670.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am super giant(also not a super awesome angle) but our cute family. &amp;nbsp;Bailey and her "rock star" hair. &amp;nbsp;I can't keep her in braids because she takes them out to be a rock star. &amp;nbsp;Little silly. &amp;nbsp;Also,.. note the awesome braces. &amp;nbsp;I am truly awkward these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEXg2F1PEXs/TvyXIw3_sLI/AAAAAAAACTY/qMwM-uKgyTY/s1600/DSC_3677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEXg2F1PEXs/TvyXIw3_sLI/AAAAAAAACTY/qMwM-uKgyTY/s640/DSC_3677.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poor little Princess. &amp;nbsp;All this girl cares about in life is dressing up, and eating candy,........ I cannot comprehend the reason for the tears seeing as how she has both things she dreams of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TFK-Aegqkw/TvyXMEDlo0I/AAAAAAAACTg/hh1lKvphMQ0/s1600/DSC_3683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TFK-Aegqkw/TvyXMEDlo0I/AAAAAAAACTg/hh1lKvphMQ0/s640/DSC_3683.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Santa at Bailey's school. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOxZV0Jyarc/TvyXXj5AJWI/AAAAAAAACTo/QHgo9CyxrZ0/s1600/DSC_3695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOxZV0Jyarc/TvyXXj5AJWI/AAAAAAAACTo/QHgo9CyxrZ0/s640/DSC_3695.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sugar cookie FHE was a hit,... and a giant mess! &amp;nbsp;Good thing they had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkLfTYqyWPw/TvyXb_gIxeI/AAAAAAAACTw/iO3q74kLvXA/s1600/DSC_3697.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkLfTYqyWPw/TvyXb_gIxeI/AAAAAAAACTw/iO3q74kLvXA/s640/DSC_3697.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3iM1uvgeDPk/TvyXfjR8pPI/AAAAAAAACT4/PGR_R993LNk/s1600/DSC_3705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3iM1uvgeDPk/TvyXfjR8pPI/AAAAAAAACT4/PGR_R993LNk/s640/DSC_3705.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This girl is a HOOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9ILXYh_DF4/TvyXhwFku8I/AAAAAAAACUA/_14oWlHOcNg/s1600/DSC_3710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9ILXYh_DF4/TvyXhwFku8I/AAAAAAAACUA/_14oWlHOcNg/s640/DSC_3710.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2koSdLaVjsI/TvyXnCIY-ZI/AAAAAAAACUI/75zkuCsURO4/s1600/DSC_3727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2koSdLaVjsI/TvyXnCIY-ZI/AAAAAAAACUI/75zkuCsURO4/s640/DSC_3727.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bailey had her dance recital, and was "A Star over Bethlehem" &amp;nbsp;She did awesome,.. including picking her nose on stage for all to witness. &amp;nbsp;She LOVES to perform and does so, quite well. &amp;nbsp;I am a proud mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JW_SUEfnyIA/TvyXr6QdwvI/AAAAAAAACUQ/GPKkfCcMOHQ/s1600/DSC_3757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JW_SUEfnyIA/TvyXr6QdwvI/AAAAAAAACUQ/GPKkfCcMOHQ/s640/DSC_3757.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Santa did NOT disappoint. &amp;nbsp;Wishes were filled,.. Bailey FINALLY got her barbie, and Chloe got her bag of suckers,... yes,.. that is all she asked for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1t23Gg2TuU/TvyXuphxS1I/AAAAAAAACUY/z35RWGPn-so/s1600/DSC_3759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1t23Gg2TuU/TvyXuphxS1I/AAAAAAAACUY/z35RWGPn-so/s640/DSC_3759.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I finally finished my project,.. it took FOREVER, and didn't turn out quite how I would have wanted,.. but now I know what to do,.......... for when Bailey makes one for HER kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIFVyZQXyX0/TvyXy3NDZnI/AAAAAAAACUg/tl8s13C7NlE/s1600/DSC_3813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIFVyZQXyX0/TvyXy3NDZnI/AAAAAAAACUg/tl8s13C7NlE/s640/DSC_3813.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to Centerville for a little while Christmas day, and did the nativity, and the kids were really cute. &amp;nbsp;Chloe was just the cutest Donkey ever, and Bailey shinned bright!(again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMIDmE5S1JQ/TvyX1-rRAYI/AAAAAAAACUo/kfiTeMqHm4Y/s1600/DSC_3835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMIDmE5S1JQ/TvyX1-rRAYI/AAAAAAAACUo/kfiTeMqHm4Y/s640/DSC_3835.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture accurately depicts how we have felt all week trying to recuperate,.... with our new toys that must be safe in the car also. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-7485358329719583165?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7485358329719583165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=7485358329719583165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7485358329719583165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7485358329719583165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzSUiaja9QE/TvyW_oINoNI/AAAAAAAACTA/X3UPIm_e68g/s72-c/DSC_3647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8493803831102538116</id><published>2011-11-28T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:57:19.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Givin' Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztQtHAMMYkg/TtQC5EnKpHI/AAAAAAAACSo/zBhrNaHBgN8/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztQtHAMMYkg/TtQC5EnKpHI/AAAAAAAACSo/zBhrNaHBgN8/s640/DSC_0052.JPG" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am super duper grateful for all that I have. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An AMAZING husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My miracle baby #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My miracle baby #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My miracle baby #3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(#2 almost made #3 not possible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These guys are my world, and I am just so lucky to be a part of theirs. &amp;nbsp;I thank the Lord every day for them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am thankful for a lot more too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8493803831102538116?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8493803831102538116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8493803831102538116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8493803831102538116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8493803831102538116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/11/givin-thanks.html' title='Givin&apos; Thanks'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztQtHAMMYkg/TtQC5EnKpHI/AAAAAAAACSo/zBhrNaHBgN8/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-6298522649170799781</id><published>2011-11-18T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:59:23.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe's First Hair cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I am demented,.. but there are 2 things that I keep,.... for maybe a creepy reason,.. but they are,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Umbilical stub(Yes,.. it's just a giant scab)after it falls off,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their first hair cut pieces.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's because they were born with those things,.. and it's a reminder to me that they were once inside me,.. I know,.. I said creepy,.. but I apparently have attachment issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Chloe got her first haircut. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rnJOL-yz3c0/TsapgavYICI/AAAAAAAACSQ/k31az5GB1JI/s1600/IMG_0954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rnJOL-yz3c0/TsapgavYICI/AAAAAAAACSQ/k31az5GB1JI/s640/IMG_0954.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She was being shy, and was pretty nervous,.. she was affraid it would hurt. &amp;nbsp;Poor thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5haHtrZt8Ss/TsapkGzDzLI/AAAAAAAACSY/U807PZxIRQs/s1600/IMG_0956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5haHtrZt8Ss/TsapkGzDzLI/AAAAAAAACSY/U807PZxIRQs/s640/IMG_0956.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She came around after the cape came off and she decided pretty quickly that she is just so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0Vkk33hwc0/TsapnTeK_wI/AAAAAAAACSg/VNFK5ZNuOl4/s1600/IMG_0958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0Vkk33hwc0/TsapnTeK_wI/AAAAAAAACSg/VNFK5ZNuOl4/s640/IMG_0958.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whitney is a dear friend of mine from High School, and it's been so fun to keep in touch with her on a bi-monthly basis. &amp;nbsp;Whitney has been doing our family's hair since Bailey was teeny-tiny, and we let no one else touch our blonde locks,.. cause she is amazing,... My girls are trained to say,.. "Only Whitney cuts our hair" when they see scissors. &amp;nbsp;Brainwashing at it's best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got in the car and cried. &amp;nbsp;She looks so grown up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-6298522649170799781?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6298522649170799781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=6298522649170799781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6298522649170799781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6298522649170799781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/11/chloes-first-hair-cut.html' title='Chloe&apos;s First Hair cut'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rnJOL-yz3c0/TsapgavYICI/AAAAAAAACSQ/k31az5GB1JI/s72-c/IMG_0954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-170632556956566422</id><published>2011-11-14T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:55:37.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I am down to blogging about our SEASONS. &amp;nbsp;How pathetic am I? &amp;nbsp;Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall is my favorite,.. and I am trying my hardest to instill that love in my children. &amp;nbsp;So I try to do lots of fun stuff while the weather is still nice. &amp;nbsp;(and these things have NOT been in our own yard, since we spotted a tarantella and 3 baby rattle snakes,.. anyone want to buy our house?(i'm kinda for really serious.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZIv-nwI6vM/TsH55sqcoGI/AAAAAAAACQI/t0TZO-U_EGI/s1600/DSC_3227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZIv-nwI6vM/TsH55sqcoGI/AAAAAAAACQI/t0TZO-U_EGI/s640/DSC_3227.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went up to SpringHaven one weekend, and the canyon was STUNNING! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec-6WSSXkRU/TsH59xF0ijI/AAAAAAAACQQ/vOihW9tmg08/s1600/DSC_3238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec-6WSSXkRU/TsH59xF0ijI/AAAAAAAACQQ/vOihW9tmg08/s640/DSC_3238.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Raise your hand if you love Cornbelly's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqU-mVIY0I0/TsH6EiR9udI/AAAAAAAACQY/yYaWsKbD0-M/s1600/DSC_3241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqU-mVIY0I0/TsH6EiR9udI/AAAAAAAACQY/yYaWsKbD0-M/s640/DSC_3241.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are serious about this princess/sparkle horse business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FAF3nXTETlM/TsH6VbIw_eI/AAAAAAAACQg/mhCvYz_yrhw/s1600/DSC_3304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FAF3nXTETlM/TsH6VbIw_eI/AAAAAAAACQg/mhCvYz_yrhw/s640/DSC_3304.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bailey climbed on these tower of hay, and struck a pose. &amp;nbsp;I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVPsMi1OQ4Y/TsH6av4BDKI/AAAAAAAACQo/_TIKlt2Q0s0/s1600/DSC_3353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVPsMi1OQ4Y/TsH6av4BDKI/AAAAAAAACQo/_TIKlt2Q0s0/s640/DSC_3353.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bailey's black eye, and sisterly love at Gardner Village,.. our ultimate favorite Fall tradition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YH-vzbht_98/TsH6e6cuUmI/AAAAAAAACQw/NCzTXWfrlJM/s1600/DSC_3348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YH-vzbht_98/TsH6e6cuUmI/AAAAAAAACQw/NCzTXWfrlJM/s640/DSC_3348.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bailey LOVES having her face painted. &amp;nbsp;Chloe,... HATES it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-209c_2hBvko/TsH6r4dRPKI/AAAAAAAACQ4/2HDjwAEaEZk/s1600/DSC_3355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-209c_2hBvko/TsH6r4dRPKI/AAAAAAAACQ4/2HDjwAEaEZk/s640/DSC_3355.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My cute girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WE0MXHJ4ehE/TsH6ww9cyFI/AAAAAAAACRA/SE5R-e6b8M0/s1600/DSC_3367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WE0MXHJ4ehE/TsH6ww9cyFI/AAAAAAAACRA/SE5R-e6b8M0/s640/DSC_3367.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We got LOTS of dressing up in. &amp;nbsp;we had our annual Halloween Parade at Grandma and Grandpa Robbins. &amp;nbsp;I was getting Chloe ready and painted her face first. &amp;nbsp;When she turned around to see in the mirror,.. she started BAWLING. &amp;nbsp;She was afraid of herself. &amp;nbsp;But was alright with it all once I colored her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2m-_ucFSFf0/TsH60gH1mNI/AAAAAAAACRI/IPdVtMUCOro/s1600/DSC_3390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2m-_ucFSFf0/TsH60gH1mNI/AAAAAAAACRI/IPdVtMUCOro/s640/DSC_3390.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bailey fell right before the parade started, and Aunt Bekah had to give this little spider lots of loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HG0F2gEi5iU/TsH65oT6y2I/AAAAAAAACRQ/b-2bq_XnMUQ/s1600/DSC_3393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HG0F2gEi5iU/TsH65oT6y2I/AAAAAAAACRQ/b-2bq_XnMUQ/s640/DSC_3393.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cute Robbins Cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zmBDyD4TM8/TsH69S8kU3I/AAAAAAAACRY/OZZXvTbAmjI/s1600/DSC_3378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zmBDyD4TM8/TsH69S8kU3I/AAAAAAAACRY/OZZXvTbAmjI/s640/DSC_3378.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are best friend cousins, and boy are they super cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2c_kAKKuqQ/TsH7DSwaylI/AAAAAAAACRg/jk7os66amFw/s1600/DSC_3396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2c_kAKKuqQ/TsH7DSwaylI/AAAAAAAACRg/jk7os66amFw/s640/DSC_3396.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_Sru8q2XqY/TsH7GXD-LfI/AAAAAAAACRo/Ap_2pTGAFT4/s1600/DSC_3399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_Sru8q2XqY/TsH7GXD-LfI/AAAAAAAACRo/Ap_2pTGAFT4/s640/DSC_3399.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our ward Trunk or Treat was fun. &amp;nbsp;I had to literally pin Chloe down to paint her face again,.. cause Halloween is for the parents, not the kids. &amp;nbsp;duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tWl76O9gb8/TsH7KkBIuNI/AAAAAAAACRw/qIq2KEg6hYI/s1600/DSC_3404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tWl76O9gb8/TsH7KkBIuNI/AAAAAAAACRw/qIq2KEg6hYI/s640/DSC_3404.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They were "pookie" as Chloe would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXhQhYW0Lng/TsH7PPEPnJI/AAAAAAAACR4/VN81SYMZWl0/s1600/DSC_3423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXhQhYW0Lng/TsH7PPEPnJI/AAAAAAAACR4/VN81SYMZWl0/s640/DSC_3423.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On actual Halloween we hung out with the Bateman's. &amp;nbsp;Ate delicious soup, and played with the cutest little lady bug around. &amp;nbsp;Not as much effort went into costumes this night,.. we(Mom) was kinda done with dressing up every night. &amp;nbsp;I didn't even document going to Daddy's office to trick or treat. &amp;nbsp;See,.. it was a little crazy how much we wore our costumes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cD38ApsAYLk/TsH7THhIfjI/AAAAAAAACSA/DdwTOXTctOQ/s1600/DSC_3421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cD38ApsAYLk/TsH7THhIfjI/AAAAAAAACSA/DdwTOXTctOQ/s640/DSC_3421.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though they kick each other in the face, and give each other bruises,.. they are just the best of friends most of the time, and they sure love each other. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful they have each other. &amp;nbsp;I am totally jealous of their relationship. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully they don't leave me out of their fun when they grow up. &amp;nbsp;I am totally going to be that mom that is like,.. "Can I hang out with you guys tonight? &amp;nbsp;I'll supply the TP!" &amp;nbsp;But then ground them when they get home. &amp;nbsp;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-170632556956566422?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/170632556956566422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=170632556956566422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/170632556956566422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/170632556956566422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-2011.html' title='Fall 2011'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZIv-nwI6vM/TsH55sqcoGI/AAAAAAAACQI/t0TZO-U_EGI/s72-c/DSC_3227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-6409354010867210371</id><published>2011-10-30T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:12:40.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An over all up date</title><content type='html'>oooh,.. ouch, &amp;nbsp;2 months. &amp;nbsp;I was never going to be that person that didn't update their blog for 2 months. &amp;nbsp;alas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lazy, assuming everyone who read this dear, neglected blog, was my friend on Facebook. &amp;nbsp;But what about that guy in Germany? &amp;nbsp;Or the one in Japan? &amp;nbsp;I haven't forgotten you guys! &amp;nbsp;So here is an update, so you may properly stalk my family. &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: &amp;nbsp;works like a maniac. &amp;nbsp;We are grateful that he works so hard for our family, so we can play hard also. &amp;nbsp;And by that I mean, watch our favorite shows on the couch, and dream of a time when I am not too tired to function past 6:00 pm. &amp;nbsp;;) &amp;nbsp;I have a feeling we will be making up for lost leisure time in the coming year. &amp;nbsp;I like to go go go once I squeeze out a little one. &amp;nbsp;He is gearing up for a long trip to India, of which I am totally jealous of. &amp;nbsp;I would have FOR SURE weaseled my way into that one, if it weren't for the fetus. &amp;nbsp;He has been sporting a new little company car as of late, which I steal every chance I get, cause it's a little zippy, stick shift, and I love to drive it. &amp;nbsp;Too bad it sits so low to the ground that I can't get out of it very easily. &amp;nbsp;Mainly, he is hot, and I am madly in love with that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;Well,.. I spend my days growing another life,.. he is a rutabaga this week. &amp;nbsp;(what the heck is a rutabaga?) &amp;nbsp;I am growing at exponential speeds,.. unimaginable really. &amp;nbsp;Okay,.. 10 lbs in 25 weeks,.. I can't really complain. &amp;nbsp;A funny little story,.. My dad was REALLY worried about my weight gain(forgetting that I was pretty fat before little surprise baby implanted in my uterus) and in all seriousness,.. asked me if I had "Vaginal Diabetes". &amp;nbsp;Now before you all think my dad is AWEFUL, I need to mention 2 little things,.. one,.. he is no doctor, thus the mix up of terminology, and two,.. he was very sweet, and 100% concerned for my health. &amp;nbsp;All he knew was that only women got it(hence the female anatomy term) and it was a for of diabetes. &amp;nbsp;So after a few days of hysterical laughter every time I thought about it,.. I double checked my weight gain with my Dr. &amp;nbsp;All is well. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So that leads to,.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetus: &amp;nbsp;Okay,.. he has a name,.. I just like calling him, what he is,.. a fetus. &amp;nbsp;Oh,.. did I ever even announce on here,... He is in fact a HE? &amp;nbsp;I know,.. it's crazy,.. I am having a hard time adjusting to the idea of Blue, and plain, and not pink and bows. &amp;nbsp;HE will be named Cyrus Talmage Robbins. &amp;nbsp;I know,.. maybe a little strange to some,.. but Cyrus is a family name, and if you knew the stories of this ancestor, you would all be proud to name your son after him too. &amp;nbsp;We will call him Cy. &amp;nbsp;Cy Robbins,.. total football player. &amp;nbsp;Love it. &amp;nbsp;He is 25 weeks today, and healthy as can be. &amp;nbsp;We couldn't be more happy, or feel more blessed. &amp;nbsp;His sister's are going to smother him,.. Bailey out of love, and Chloe out of,.. well,.. spazziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey: &amp;nbsp;This girl. &amp;nbsp;She is all sass. &amp;nbsp;I know i have said this before, but I can't imagine what her as a teen is going to be like,.. because her attitude is OUT. OF. CONTROL. &amp;nbsp;She likes to tell me what to do, and how to do it. &amp;nbsp;If you think I listen, you forgot that I have a pretty big attitude of my own. &amp;nbsp;There is ONE mamma in this house, and it is NOT Bailey. &amp;nbsp;She is LOVING school, and doing extremely well, of course. &amp;nbsp;I only have the smartest, most beautiful children on the planet. &amp;nbsp;She is learning spanish in her class, and likes to tell me all about it. &amp;nbsp;She frequently makes up words like,... "charladee mom, that's spanish for please move". &amp;nbsp;And you better not argue with her, cause that's what her teacher taught her. &amp;nbsp;The other morning I was still in bed, and she came in to ask me something, at which point I tried to talk her into snuggling with me, and she said, in a very demanding voice, "Mom, It's morning, and in the morning, when the sun is up, we get up, we wake up,.. so Buenos Dias Mom,.. Now GET UP!" &amp;nbsp;How do you argue with that? &amp;nbsp;You don't, you drag your pregnant butt outta bed, and make breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: &amp;nbsp;Is hilarious. &amp;nbsp;She is a tough one to be a parent to. &amp;nbsp;I probably let her get away with WAY too much, but I sometimes I can't help but just turning my back and laughing. &amp;nbsp; She is a VERY good actress, and LOVES to make believe. &amp;nbsp;Her and Bailey will play upstairs for hours, and Chloe always plays the mommy, and calls Bailey sweetheart, and just plays it up. &amp;nbsp;Bailey tells her she is "alarious" all the time. &amp;nbsp;She has a tiny little lisp, and it mostly melts my heart. &amp;nbsp;It's just her S's and she says them, well in a traditional lysp sorta way. &amp;nbsp;She has NO desire to potty train, but I am determined to use Santa/Christmas as a bribe on that one. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I am evil. &amp;nbsp;She is VERY jealous that Bailey gets to go to class, and dance, and she doesn't. &amp;nbsp;Next fall will be wonderful for her. &amp;nbsp;Chloe likes to jump off of everything she possibly can. &amp;nbsp;The other day she decided to jump off the coffee table in tights and did a belly flop on the floor. &amp;nbsp;Poor thing. &amp;nbsp;She is super accident prone, most everything it taken to the face,.. so she either looks like a porcelain doll, or looks like she is severely beaten. &amp;nbsp;I keep thinking she is going to learn she can't wear my shoes down the stairs,.. but she hasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is us in a nut shell. &amp;nbsp;The next few months will be pretty crazy, as the holidays always are,.. but getting ready for a new baby, I'm sure will make things a tad bit more crazy. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully I will be a better bogger, and not because Peter won't stop snoring, and keeping me awake. &amp;nbsp;:D &amp;nbsp;Here are our new family pictures, to go with my Christmas Card like blog post! &amp;nbsp;Enjoy! p.s. thank you Rachel Clarke,.. you are the greatest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I looked at my sad, neglected blog, and said to myself, I don't have anything to blog about, so I scrolled through our pictures from the summer(which I was awful at being a photographer this summer anyway) and there is SO much I could/SHOULD blog about! &amp;nbsp;So just a little re-cap of our summer,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent a WHOLE week at Aspen Grove with Peter's family, at Family Camp, and it was A.W.E.S.O.M.E!! &amp;nbsp;Bailey and Chloe went to class everyday and Peter and I took naps, read books, played in the pool, truly relaxed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvUDFN0tXtI/TmqLusTiCQI/AAAAAAAACNQ/2yKV8gitS88/s1600/DSC_2832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvUDFN0tXtI/TmqLusTiCQI/AAAAAAAACNQ/2yKV8gitS88/s640/DSC_2832.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey and Eve in the Pool&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tllUWgc9dZs/TmqLyFh7iFI/AAAAAAAACNU/w_2Wg1oySZ0/s1600/IMG_0742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tllUWgc9dZs/TmqLyFh7iFI/AAAAAAAACNU/w_2Wg1oySZ0/s640/IMG_0742.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On the last day I went to get Bailey from Class, and she was PASSED OUT on the mat. &amp;nbsp;They came home tired, and mom and dad came home rested. &amp;nbsp;Talk about VACA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sWIrtRQGQZ8/TmqL2Q-e2kI/AAAAAAAACNY/Bo5k6LTrdtI/s1600/DSC_2847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sWIrtRQGQZ8/TmqL2Q-e2kI/AAAAAAAACNY/Bo5k6LTrdtI/s640/DSC_2847.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We came home to a new set of cousins, and LOTS of fun things to do! &amp;nbsp;We went to Thanksgiving Point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDVHFKXCoZ0/TmqL7Vd8TaI/AAAAAAAACNc/Q4utpOyuEow/s1600/DSC_2858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDVHFKXCoZ0/TmqL7Vd8TaI/AAAAAAAACNc/Q4utpOyuEow/s640/DSC_2858.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my sister Deb. &amp;nbsp;She Cracks me up. &amp;nbsp;She is a total farmer girl,.. this cow is meant for little kids to try milking,.. but the boss had to get in there and show them how to REALLY do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znAsG3qjnC4/TmqMAtvVzdI/AAAAAAAACNg/yLI60Hxda4Q/s1600/DSC_2863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znAsG3qjnC4/TmqMAtvVzdI/AAAAAAAACNg/yLI60Hxda4Q/s640/DSC_2863.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was trying to show Bailey and Reina a sheep or something, and I turn around to find Deb's new man. &amp;nbsp;She was totally crushing on this little cow. &amp;nbsp;I'm serious, she was having a full on conversation with him, and scratching him, it was love at first sight for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoQjBIvn01c/TmqMCtW0TRI/AAAAAAAACNk/F7zbb_rE4MA/s1600/DSC_2904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoQjBIvn01c/TmqMCtW0TRI/AAAAAAAACNk/F7zbb_rE4MA/s640/DSC_2904.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Both the girls got to ride the horses, and Bailey LOVED it! &amp;nbsp;Chloe wouldn't look at the camera, hence no picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0j7nNcuaC6c/TmqMMX1tO6I/AAAAAAAACNo/3it1V6syARk/s1600/IMG_0757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0j7nNcuaC6c/TmqMMX1tO6I/AAAAAAAACNo/3it1V6syARk/s640/IMG_0757.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We dropped Deb off at the air port, left a sick daddy at home with Strep Throat, and went straight to Montana for Auntie Capri's wedding. This was the only picture I have of the wedding,.. and it wasn't even the wedding,.. Just Chloe wearing Grandpa Dave's shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y07w9tjKQvQ/TmqMRxiATZI/AAAAAAAACNs/LqdpWb9PDic/s1600/DSC_2972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y07w9tjKQvQ/TmqMRxiATZI/AAAAAAAACNs/LqdpWb9PDic/s640/DSC_2972.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After a week in Billings,.. Mamma getting Strep Throat, and probably the worst emotional time of my whole life, we were off to Yellowstone for 4 days. &amp;nbsp;And I just wanted to go home. &amp;nbsp;But Bailey and Spencer were excited to see each other. &amp;nbsp;Please don't turn them in for picking flowers,.. even though they would look really cute in black and white stripes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggxW1Mu0olM/TmqMV7MuKOI/AAAAAAAACNw/gb07yYKNbB4/s1600/DSC_2977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggxW1Mu0olM/TmqMV7MuKOI/AAAAAAAACNw/gb07yYKNbB4/s640/DSC_2977.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZcbCvJftNo/TmqMbWUS8iI/AAAAAAAACN0/zKH6t5SVi0c/s1600/DSC_3010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZcbCvJftNo/TmqMbWUS8iI/AAAAAAAACN0/zKH6t5SVi0c/s640/DSC_3010.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Old Faithful is NOT exciting for a 4 year old. &amp;nbsp;In fact I believe the words uttered were "was that it mom?" &amp;nbsp;Yeah,..... it was a LONG week. &amp;nbsp;We did a LOT of waiting, and a LOT of really cold sleeping, and a LOT of tears on my part. &amp;nbsp;Sorry family,.. you can blame the fetus,.. even though you won't want to cause he will just be way too cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l91aRs91dSM/TmqMgrb0ypI/AAAAAAAACN4/1bKzCvCiiB4/s1600/DSC_2990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l91aRs91dSM/TmqMgrb0ypI/AAAAAAAACN4/1bKzCvCiiB4/s640/DSC_2990.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally an ode to my sweet daddy. &amp;nbsp;He met up with us in Yellowstone, and he is just so cute. &amp;nbsp;MAN i love him. &amp;nbsp;He is pretty quirky, and his outfit of choice is FUB.U.LOUS! &amp;nbsp;Honestly, I seriously love him! &amp;nbsp;Look at that Gap in his teeth!? &amp;nbsp;Sweet man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1415468067004159104?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1415468067004159104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1415468067004159104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1415468067004159104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1415468067004159104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/09/shameful.html' title='Shameful'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvUDFN0tXtI/TmqLusTiCQI/AAAAAAAACNQ/2yKV8gitS88/s72-c/DSC_2832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1902057754891610839</id><published>2011-08-22T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T18:37:32.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Sweet Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;The Disney Channel showed Beauty and The Beast the other day, and I recorded it, out of convince, just so I had it on my DVR. &amp;nbsp; Yesterday, we decided that would be an okay show for the girls to watch and turned it on. &amp;nbsp; Bailey was fairly frightened by the beast(I guess it's been a while since she has watched it) and Chloe LOVED it. &amp;nbsp; We watched it together as a family,.. Peter likes to pretend to be Gaston,.. and he is really good at the part when he says "and every last inch of me's covered in HAIR!!" &amp;nbsp; surprisingly accurate.(and I LOVE it!) &amp;nbsp; I just love to sing the songs,.. even though the girls get really mad and throw things at me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Well the part comes where the Beast catches Maurice (Bell's dad) in the castle, and Bell comes to save him, and then she takes his place as the Beasts prisoner. The Beast takes Maurice and throws him in the enchanted carriage and returns him to his home in the village. &amp;nbsp; Well Chloe runs over to me with BIG alligator tears in her eyes, and says "come back! &amp;nbsp; Dat Daddy come Back!!" &amp;nbsp; and just looses it, sobbing. &amp;nbsp; Poor thing, was just broken hearted that Bell's daddy had to leave and that the Beast was so mean to him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to watch the movie again this afternoon,.. and had the same reaction. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,.. she did also tell me today "I punch you in the face mom". &amp;nbsp; So she is tender hearted, and violent. &amp;nbsp;I don't know where in the world she learned that,.. but Bailey does tell people I spank them in the face, everyday! A story told by Aunt Rachel when the girls stayed with them while we were on our Cruise. &amp;nbsp;Chloe made a big mess one morning, and Bailey took it upon her self to spank her sister,...... in the face and when Rachel asked her what she did and why,.. Bailey said "but my mom ALWAYS spanks her in the face when she makes a mess, EVERYDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Bailey had a funny thing this morning too. &amp;nbsp;I walked in the living room just in time to watch Bailey dump her garbage behind the couch, and so after a sharp talking to by dear old mom, she started to cry and said "But Mommy, you are so Beautiful!!" &amp;nbsp;After laughing for a second I gave her a hug and some brownie points. &amp;nbsp;Talk about knowing how to diffuse a situation and make your mom fall in love with you all over again and forget why they were mad! &amp;nbsp;This girls a pro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;My girls just crack me up and through all the fighting, hair pulling, naughty word talking, mess making, food slinging, juice spilling, serious damage making,...... I am seriously in love with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1902057754891610839?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1902057754891610839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1902057754891610839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1902057754891610839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1902057754891610839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/08/cute-sweet-girls.html' title='Cute Sweet Girls'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1348538647190155496</id><published>2011-08-11T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T17:49:03.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fetus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So,.. to catch the world up on the happenings of this cute little fetus twisting like a tornado in my uterus,..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As afore mentioned I got pregnant with an IUD. &amp;nbsp;And also that it will be "High Risk". &amp;nbsp;So that basically means that I get to have an ultrasound every month(i'm not complaining) and that's about it. &amp;nbsp;I should keep my activity level kinda low,.. which means that I will just continue to grow and grow and by the Super Bowl, and delivery come around I will be easily mistaken for the Goodyear blimp,.. It's tragic. &amp;nbsp;So far, the baby looks great, and the IUD is keeping it's self in a low risk place,.. all good signs. &amp;nbsp;I am 13 weeks 4 days(today) thus making my due date February 12, 2012. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey is INSISTING that it is a "he",.. and there is a baby "brover" in there,.. which would be nice,.. but let's face it,.. I do NOT know what to do with a boy,.... &amp;nbsp;really,.... What is there to do? &amp;nbsp;No bows? &amp;nbsp;Or bracelets? &amp;nbsp;Or dresses? &amp;nbsp;What do they even wear? &amp;nbsp;So as exciting as it would be to have a boy,.. I think I'll be relived if it's female and we can keep on this pink parade a little longer. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously,.. Jock straps, smelly socks, pee pee tee pees, wieners, hair cuts, Yeah,.... this is all a little much for me. &amp;nbsp;I might need some serious help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have had a hard time letting myself get too attached to this little bundle of joy. &amp;nbsp;With the term "High Risk" &amp;nbsp;I have just kind of pushed my emotions to the side, to try and avoid the break down if something happened. &amp;nbsp;It just seems easier to not plan in it working out, than to get attached. &amp;nbsp;I still don't imagine Christmas 8 months pregnant, or having a new born during the spring time. &amp;nbsp;So as much as I don't want to admit it, I guess I am just sounding cold hearted. &amp;nbsp;I think the other thing that has assisted in my denial is that this pregnancy has been SOOO different than Bailey and Chloe. &amp;nbsp;I have only thrown up 3 times, and haven't been nauseated at all. I haven't felt tired during the day hardly at all. &amp;nbsp;So in other words,.. compared to the girls,.. I haven't FELT pregnant. &amp;nbsp;I am always surprised that there is really something in there at my appointments. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me lead you astray here,.. I'm excited about this little baby!! &amp;nbsp;I am just having a hard time wrapping my mind around it all. &amp;nbsp;Peter and I couldn't be more excited. &amp;nbsp;The girls,.... well Bailey is STOKED(Chloe is clueless). &amp;nbsp;And we understand and thank the Lord for this little blessing every day!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1348538647190155496?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1348538647190155496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1348538647190155496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1348538647190155496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1348538647190155496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/08/fetus.html' title='The Fetus'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-6313041070419212853</id><published>2011-08-10T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:40:11.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bonanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We did, in-fact, celebrate the girls' birthday's. &amp;nbsp;It was a really stressful time for me,.. you know,.. unexpected, high risk pregnancy?(an update on that to come) So the parties got slid together, minimized, and postponed,.. but I was determined to make it happen at some point. &amp;nbsp;So, we did the blow-up princess castle,.. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-baq9M32-0NA/TkNN086F8XI/AAAAAAAACM0/_EY2uPOULbo/s640/DSC_2782.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of our favorite people came, and the food was quite tasty(I hear,.. by this time of that day,.. all I wanted to do was barf from exhaustion) Happy Birthday my beautiful babies!! &amp;nbsp;I love you more than life it's self!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-6313041070419212853?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6313041070419212853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=6313041070419212853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6313041070419212853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6313041070419212853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/08/birthday-bonanza.html' title='Birthday Bonanza'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXmyq1SwKH4/TkNNaDIALdI/AAAAAAAACMQ/ieeVS68_qa4/s72-c/DSC_2664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-6678882376029172116</id><published>2011-08-08T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T12:19:12.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewSoH6BGC-E/TkAzS7GVkDI/AAAAAAAACLQ/JlDN2IkgGR8/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewSoH6BGC-E/TkAzS7GVkDI/AAAAAAAACLQ/JlDN2IkgGR8/s640/IMG_0632.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We bought a swing set,.. which was AWESOME until I found a GIANT(4-5feet) Snake in our yard,.. now I'm too freaked out to send the girls out there.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVogelerhmw/TkAzXGOPn4I/AAAAAAAACLU/K4bBy8CHNX0/s1600/IMG_0646.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVogelerhmw/TkAzXGOPn4I/AAAAAAAACLU/K4bBy8CHNX0/s640/IMG_0646.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my neice Kinsey, and she is awesome! &amp;nbsp;I love her,... and she totally loves me. &amp;nbsp;And the girls maul her every chance they get. &amp;nbsp;It has been a nice pre-qual to our new addition.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWNBg3WIcsk/TkAzZArq2eI/AAAAAAAACLY/dVbOJZSyvF4/s1600/DSC_2272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWNBg3WIcsk/TkAzZArq2eI/AAAAAAAACLY/dVbOJZSyvF4/s640/DSC_2272.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have spent a bit of time at Thanksgiving Point.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uUJ_4LvAIpY/TkAzeJTFVZI/AAAAAAAACLc/fHPsUD6qGgU/s1600/IMG_0655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uUJ_4LvAIpY/TkAzeJTFVZI/AAAAAAAACLc/fHPsUD6qGgU/s640/IMG_0655.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And learning to be even more sassy,.. she's a pro.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PcvrfL5_i9A/TkAzkENwCnI/AAAAAAAACLk/IUOssXql0ps/s1600/DSC_2381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PcvrfL5_i9A/TkAzkENwCnI/AAAAAAAACLk/IUOssXql0ps/s640/DSC_2381.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Princess Festival(totally ghetto when you have been to Disneyland recently) But she was most excited to see Hook,.. weirdo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LbzYHs95hJc/TkAzhB2xZlI/AAAAAAAACLg/1bahiUYWLV4/s1600/DSC_2349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LbzYHs95hJc/TkAzhB2xZlI/AAAAAAAACLg/1bahiUYWLV4/s640/DSC_2349.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some mom made her girls into gypsy's. &amp;nbsp;Speaking of Gypsies,.. have you seen "my big fat gypsy wedding?" &amp;nbsp;I am addicted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xib-TwOHtBo/TkAzmw7K6gI/AAAAAAAACLo/pnCddLrV6Z0/s1600/DSC_2424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xib-TwOHtBo/TkAzmw7K6gI/AAAAAAAACLo/pnCddLrV6Z0/s640/DSC_2424.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not been fun until you get wet.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhRs4PH7cgc/TkAzpelhFqI/AAAAAAAACLs/e10x-2PjUdw/s1600/DSC_2454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhRs4PH7cgc/TkAzpelhFqI/AAAAAAAACLs/e10x-2PjUdw/s640/DSC_2454.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Strawberry Days for Pleasant Grove, and all Bailey wanted to do was get her face painted,.. until it was painted and then she wanted to do everything else too. &amp;nbsp;Oh Well.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2G9UjN0SqI4/TkAzsOX_X_I/AAAAAAAACLw/rgiXXfzVkIA/s1600/DSC_2471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2G9UjN0SqI4/TkAzsOX_X_I/AAAAAAAACLw/rgiXXfzVkIA/s640/DSC_2471.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family of Posers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAyqXGhrVqo/TkAzurChM_I/AAAAAAAACL0/eZUsynnWaog/s1600/DSC_2530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAyqXGhrVqo/TkAzurChM_I/AAAAAAAACL0/eZUsynnWaog/s640/DSC_2530.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went up the canyon one night for family night, and &amp;nbsp;had some fun with our cute little green caterpillar friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-weP86BZ4ke8/TkAzwryE0RI/AAAAAAAACL4/JRhyU-PQnNw/s1600/DSC_2537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-weP86BZ4ke8/TkAzwryE0RI/AAAAAAAACL4/JRhyU-PQnNw/s640/DSC_2537.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I love her.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9xbkQGfDgps/TkAz4qoZnkI/AAAAAAAACMA/0-3PlXvvRXg/s1600/DSC_2624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9xbkQGfDgps/TkAz4qoZnkI/AAAAAAAACMA/0-3PlXvvRXg/s640/DSC_2624.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The annual birthday bash was a hit! (snort snort)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-exRYYI-k5dg/TkAzy2r5UzI/AAAAAAAACL8/Zi7JP4wVpr8/s1600/DSC_2626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-exRYYI-k5dg/TkAzy2r5UzI/AAAAAAAACL8/Zi7JP4wVpr8/s640/DSC_2626.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wouldn't be a trip to bear lane with out being totally grubby and living in your swimsuit for a few days straight.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhlaZA0Ix0c/TkAz7HkH2hI/AAAAAAAACME/PkIZU6ts-J0/s1600/DSC_2630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhlaZA0Ix0c/TkAz7HkH2hI/AAAAAAAACME/PkIZU6ts-J0/s640/DSC_2630.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;or pajamas.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zu2aoSgMYmk/TkAz9Ff66yI/AAAAAAAACMI/uDVmrhtJ_OU/s1600/DSC_2640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zu2aoSgMYmk/TkAz9Ff66yI/AAAAAAAACMI/uDVmrhtJ_OU/s640/DSC_2640.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picutre totally cracks me up. &amp;nbsp;Chloe could barely get her hands close enough to hold this capri sun.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BFTIQdTKF4I/TkA0ABcgQCI/AAAAAAAACMM/eHIaiqumQGI/s1600/DSC_2656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BFTIQdTKF4I/TkA0ABcgQCI/AAAAAAAACMM/eHIaiqumQGI/s640/DSC_2656.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life isn't compleate without an amazing bum cheek shot. &amp;nbsp;Look that that booty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,.. all in all,.. June was good to us,.. real good!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-6678882376029172116?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6678882376029172116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=6678882376029172116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6678882376029172116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6678882376029172116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-happened.html' title='Summer happened'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewSoH6BGC-E/TkAzS7GVkDI/AAAAAAAACLQ/JlDN2IkgGR8/s72-c/IMG_0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-2256574855691934195</id><published>2011-06-20T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T08:09:36.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently another little Robbins Baby with super fat chubby cheeks and rolls that will make any human drool will be joining our family come February. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are excited. &amp;nbsp;Bailey is quite certain it's a boy,.. and Chloe doesn't want a baby,.. she just wants to continue getting all the attention as the baby,.. boy is she in for a surprise! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reason for the "apparently" is because,.. well,.. cute little baby #3 wasn't exactly PLANNED. &amp;nbsp;I mean,.. it was planned,.. but just not until like August,.. thus making it an April Baby,.. but no no no,.. Heavenly Father laughed when I stated,.. "I just want my summer without puke and sleeping though it" &amp;nbsp;He laughed really hard, and then I was pregnant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have an IUD,... you know,.. CONTRACEPTIVE. &amp;nbsp;It's 99.2% effective in preventing pregnancy. Not in my case,.. as this is the SECOND time I have gotten pregnant with an IUD. &amp;nbsp;Last time was kind of a sad story,.. and didn't result in a baby,.. you can read THAT story &lt;a href="http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2008/06/silly-iuds.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Basically the same story this time,.. minus the bleeding. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I skipped a period,.. which upon some IUD research, seemed common,.. and I had taken 3 pregnancy tests that all came out negative,.. so I just assumed it was going to be an awesome summer period free! &amp;nbsp;So,.. I went one with life,.. no biggie. &amp;nbsp;Then there were more signs,.. (note: my SUPER hormonal post about being a freakazoid?) &amp;nbsp;and my boobs kept getting bigger,.. Yes,.. that is possible,.. and SUPER annoying! &amp;nbsp;And then I kept having these weird muscle cramps in my lower stomach,... which ONLY happens when I'm pregnant. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So one morning I thought,.. well I have this extra test,.. I'm just going to take it,.. so I did,.. and immediately,.. 2 lines. &amp;nbsp;I just laughed. &amp;nbsp;OF COURSE I'm pregnant. &amp;nbsp;So I called the Dr,.. got in immediately for an ultrasound, they couldn't see any baby, but I just wasn't as far along as I thought I was. &amp;nbsp;Went in again a week later, and there it was,.. our cute little Yoke Sac. (that's what they called it) &amp;nbsp;That little stinker was sitting RIGHT on top of the IUD, making it impossible to take out without causing a miscarriage,.. so there it will stay, as a chew toy, or a rattle for our little persistent bundle of joy for the next 9 months. &amp;nbsp;Dangit anyway. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So,.. there is a little "but" to this story,.. my chances of miscarriage are higher than a "normal" pregnancy,.. and I will GET to have ultrasounds every month,.. which I am stoked about since you only get to see them twice normally. &amp;nbsp;The Dr. didn't say I was "high risk" &amp;nbsp;but apparently I am,.. he said I could still go WhiteWater Rafting for Girls Camp,.. so that's the plan,.. go on with "normal life"! &amp;nbsp;Yea! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_wUwIqmQJRE/Tf9ilTQDFeI/AAAAAAAACIM/FhWYXNkGAxI/s1600/photo-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_wUwIqmQJRE/Tf9ilTQDFeI/AAAAAAAACIM/FhWYXNkGAxI/s320/photo-2.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we are crazy fertile. &amp;nbsp;Yes,.. I will be having babies until I'm like 65. &amp;nbsp;It's crazy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-2256574855691934195?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2256574855691934195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=2256574855691934195' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2256574855691934195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2256574855691934195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/06/apparently.html' title='Apparently'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_wUwIqmQJRE/Tf9ilTQDFeI/AAAAAAAACIM/FhWYXNkGAxI/s72-c/photo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-7587103367928766976</id><published>2011-06-08T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:57:09.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The month of May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well,.. here is what we have been up to,.. I know all 5 of you have been DYING to know about my ever exciting life! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XVm-HAmzjPQ/Te-YkoYdDhI/AAAAAAAACHQ/6r2K3EKhYro/s1600/DSC_2088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XVm-HAmzjPQ/Te-YkoYdDhI/AAAAAAAACHQ/6r2K3EKhYro/s640/DSC_2088.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Friend Cousin(Eve) had an AWESOME birthday party!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOgAORRry2o/Te-YoDiRZVI/AAAAAAAACHU/g6VNpiHWdYw/s1600/DSC_2143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOgAORRry2o/Te-YoDiRZVI/AAAAAAAACHU/g6VNpiHWdYw/s640/DSC_2143.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe is continually mischievous. &amp;nbsp;On this particular day, I put her down for a nap and was doing some stuff in the kitchen and Bailey comes running down,.. CHLOE'S TAKING A BATH!! and I was so confused because she was SUPPOSED to be sleeping! &amp;nbsp;But I go upstairs and I guess she thought she needed a good brushing before her nap. Cute little stinker!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bailey's Graduation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kHi2v_ZcF_k/Te-Yqu_-yaI/AAAAAAAACHY/T5REEupKqDo/s1600/DSC_2158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kHi2v_ZcF_k/Te-Yqu_-yaI/AAAAAAAACHY/T5REEupKqDo/s640/DSC_2158.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;excited to be there&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9YDkZ5BQsk/Te-YuFiQGzI/AAAAAAAACHc/DuZhfIvMs6g/s1600/DSC_2161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9YDkZ5BQsk/Te-YuFiQGzI/AAAAAAAACHc/DuZhfIvMs6g/s640/DSC_2161.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting bored&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0qxbk2kw4o/Te-YwjFcOsI/AAAAAAAACHg/cV4oAiKEfQ0/s1600/DSC_2166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0qxbk2kw4o/Te-YwjFcOsI/AAAAAAAACHg/cV4oAiKEfQ0/s640/DSC_2166.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUPER bored&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GutkeOaYXeM/Te-YzDZ6D7I/AAAAAAAACHk/Umy8AKzrGOM/s1600/DSC_2176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GutkeOaYXeM/Te-YzDZ6D7I/AAAAAAAACHk/Umy8AKzrGOM/s640/DSC_2176.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisterly Love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAbZRbm1vRo/Te-Y2wMixBI/AAAAAAAACHo/SQS6o5o9Ygw/s1600/DSC_2178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAbZRbm1vRo/Te-Y2wMixBI/AAAAAAAACHo/SQS6o5o9Ygw/s640/DSC_2178.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a little too smart!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGjvKkOVstw/Te-Y6cL1I9I/AAAAAAAACHs/PXErnA9MBnM/s1600/DSC_2182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGjvKkOVstw/Te-Y6cL1I9I/AAAAAAAACHs/PXErnA9MBnM/s640/DSC_2182.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a goofy girl! &amp;nbsp;I love my girl,.. and yes,.. I am getting fatter by the minute,.. get over it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRBhdgbwQ4E/Te-Y9Xp72iI/AAAAAAAACHw/y5u_m5hrmgg/s1600/DSC_2196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRBhdgbwQ4E/Te-Y9Xp72iI/AAAAAAAACHw/y5u_m5hrmgg/s640/DSC_2196.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe KEEPS getting hurt,.. she is fairly adverterous, and if she falls, her face takes the brunt of the hit. &amp;nbsp;you can see one bruise in this picture,.. but she had another one on the other side, and one on her forehead. &amp;nbsp;MAN I love her!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bailey's Dance Recital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vh-THP-ZlqA/Te-Y_oqHHfI/AAAAAAAACH0/wMwa2NM8j5s/s1600/DSC_2231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vh-THP-ZlqA/Te-Y_oqHHfI/AAAAAAAACH0/wMwa2NM8j5s/s640/DSC_2231.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0AlALlzAIQ/Te-ZCh9dXII/AAAAAAAACH4/6QLptQ8Z9s4/s1600/DSC_2232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0AlALlzAIQ/Te-ZCh9dXII/AAAAAAAACH4/6QLptQ8Z9s4/s640/DSC_2232.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So lady like,.. I wonder if this was before or after she told Uncle Bob she tooted and then laughed hysterically at her self?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQyuwO8wIxU/Te-ZFb-XFhI/AAAAAAAACH8/R9k-ppZB4Zw/s1600/DSC_2233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQyuwO8wIxU/Te-ZFb-XFhI/AAAAAAAACH8/R9k-ppZB4Zw/s640/DSC_2233.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proud Parents&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aq6jE6R1iCY/Te-ZLJ0MEOI/AAAAAAAACIE/1cLGWHsjpog/s1600/DSC_2248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aq6jE6R1iCY/Te-ZLJ0MEOI/AAAAAAAACIE/1cLGWHsjpog/s640/DSC_2248.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L.O.V.E. Grandma Robbins!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Txl8o-3t0g8/Te-ZIdMgNwI/AAAAAAAACIA/RQOIrSxKnD4/s1600/DSC_2261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Txl8o-3t0g8/Te-ZIdMgNwI/AAAAAAAACIA/RQOIrSxKnD4/s640/DSC_2261.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea!!! I did it!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5pnEKJOffo/Te-ZNz60-xI/AAAAAAAACII/V8vlHK-X_Y0/s1600/DSC_2201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5pnEKJOffo/Te-ZNz60-xI/AAAAAAAACII/V8vlHK-X_Y0/s640/DSC_2201.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it! &amp;nbsp;The fabulous life of the Real Houswife of reality. &amp;nbsp;No botox, or boob job, or fake lashes, or skin tight clothes, but still a good amount of drama! &amp;nbsp;:D &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-7587103367928766976?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7587103367928766976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=7587103367928766976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7587103367928766976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7587103367928766976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/06/month-of-may.html' title='The month of May'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XVm-HAmzjPQ/Te-YkoYdDhI/AAAAAAAACHQ/6r2K3EKhYro/s72-c/DSC_2088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-3219382145985013868</id><published>2011-06-01T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:43:56.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?  Over a month?</title><content type='html'>How did THAT happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we weren't busy, I was busy wanting to crawl in a hole and die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange you glad you asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going on in the good ole' noggin,.. but I'm having a hard time these days and I'll admit it. Mostly I just feel like I am on the verge of a giant meltdown, I'm a ticking time bomb here people. &amp;nbsp;I pertty much have shed more tears(over literally nothing) the last few weeks, than I have since high school (cause High School was hell). &amp;nbsp;So If you want someone to have a pitty party with,.. I'm your gal! &amp;nbsp;It's all about feeling sorry for yourself up in herr. &amp;nbsp;:D,.. well,.. maybe more of :( &amp;nbsp;Plus,.. misery L.O.V.E.S company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will be having happy thoughts tomorrow and can post about the month of May,.. well,.. all the things that made me happy anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-3219382145985013868?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3219382145985013868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=3219382145985013868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3219382145985013868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3219382145985013868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/06/really-over-month.html' title='Really?  Over a month?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-5235187751618227510</id><published>2011-04-27T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:27:28.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;April came and went, and although I was present each day,.. it still seemed to fly by,.. it's my favorite month almost!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfHi1lcYVos/TbhcrQPlg7I/AAAAAAAACGI/GVgMP5kIn2E/s1600/DSC_1837.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfHi1lcYVos/TbhcrQPlg7I/AAAAAAAACGI/GVgMP5kIn2E/s640/DSC_1837.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone is 25! &amp;nbsp;And it's not Peter!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nt7JWArcL7s/TbhcvRdKgJI/AAAAAAAACGM/s9x8wXJ2E-o/s1600/DSC_1839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nt7JWArcL7s/TbhcvRdKgJI/AAAAAAAACGM/s9x8wXJ2E-o/s640/DSC_1839.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a baby shower&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2q5nsILwPM/TbhczdBiu3I/AAAAAAAACGQ/eCNSgpoSvZU/s1600/DSC_1860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2q5nsILwPM/TbhczdBiu3I/AAAAAAAACGQ/eCNSgpoSvZU/s640/DSC_1860.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even the cute guest of honor was able to attend in person,.. not IN a Person.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qk8Lm7BKHU4/Tbhc2d3A2oI/AAAAAAAACGU/AkquFD6fUKU/s1600/DSC_1904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qk8Lm7BKHU4/Tbhc2d3A2oI/AAAAAAAACGU/AkquFD6fUKU/s640/DSC_1904.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe's getting more and more mischievous,.. cracker soup in my steamer.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vM_mAdljcJw/TbhdAJ6AocI/AAAAAAAACGY/prnTQTU0MkI/s1600/DSC_1910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vM_mAdljcJw/TbhdAJ6AocI/AAAAAAAACGY/prnTQTU0MkI/s640/DSC_1910.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun day at the Dinosaur Museum!&lt;br /&gt;(I won a year family pass and we are LOVING it!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMtK1YCssLE/TbhdDx9hJzI/AAAAAAAACGc/FFI_AFn5Mls/s1600/DSC_1959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMtK1YCssLE/TbhdDx9hJzI/AAAAAAAACGc/FFI_AFn5Mls/s640/DSC_1959.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afternoons at the park, even when it's freezing!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01qE7Buar2E/TbhdGWsI0_I/AAAAAAAACGg/B2BmHWOH4Z0/s1600/DSC_1960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01qE7Buar2E/TbhdGWsI0_I/AAAAAAAACGg/B2BmHWOH4Z0/s640/DSC_1960.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that Vitamin D filled face!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFZ-eFH9JkU/TbhdJ1WZPwI/AAAAAAAACGk/SvkD8NPaOiA/s1600/DSC_1989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFZ-eFH9JkU/TbhdJ1WZPwI/AAAAAAAACGk/SvkD8NPaOiA/s640/DSC_1989.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe has decided she is super cool and needs sunglasses all the time,.. I LOVE it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOPzhWdj7cM/TbhdR_Iu0AI/AAAAAAAACGo/3vJYwk654Ss/s1600/DSC_1994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOPzhWdj7cM/TbhdR_Iu0AI/AAAAAAAACGo/3vJYwk654Ss/s640/DSC_1994.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easter Present,.. Little Miss Repunzle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNNHftMY4Y8/TbhdVzSQbjI/AAAAAAAACGs/GIfecaye2lQ/s1600/DSC_2018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNNHftMY4Y8/TbhdVzSQbjI/AAAAAAAACGs/GIfecaye2lQ/s640/DSC_2018.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Confeti Eggs are the best invention ever! &amp;nbsp;SOO fun!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6kVpfypOvU/TbhdYvOKA7I/AAAAAAAACGw/Fm6YJ4WTT_w/s1600/DSC_2053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6kVpfypOvU/TbhdYvOKA7I/AAAAAAAACGw/Fm6YJ4WTT_w/s640/DSC_2053.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqYScjkqZwE/TbhdcgC6K5I/AAAAAAAACG0/N85jo5oMP_0/s1600/DSC_2068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqYScjkqZwE/TbhdcgC6K5I/AAAAAAAACG0/N85jo5oMP_0/s640/DSC_2068.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can tell,.. April has worn us out! &amp;nbsp;And these are just the things I took pictures of! &amp;nbsp;We squoze in 2 trips to Logan, a few afternoons at Kangaoo Zoo, and a few down days lounging around in our jammies at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus,.. We are SUPER excited to watch a REAL Prince marry his REAL Princess on Friday! &amp;nbsp;You can expect that we will be having a princess party on Friday so we can watch! (Yes, I am really the only one in my family excited,.. but I can't help it,... I was totally in love with William when I was little, &amp;nbsp;I was pretty sure I would be his bride,.. but I think I got the better catch!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-5235187751618227510?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5235187751618227510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=5235187751618227510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/5235187751618227510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/5235187751618227510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfHi1lcYVos/TbhcrQPlg7I/AAAAAAAACGI/GVgMP5kIn2E/s72-c/DSC_1837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8604003999659332091</id><published>2011-04-11T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:03:50.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am one proud woman! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am proud of my awesome husband,.. this last week Property Solutions won an Award from Utah Valley Magazine,.. 4th Fastest growing company,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which also makes me a proud sister,.. seeing as how my awesome brosuf started PSI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ6kq33CdHw/TaOF1USPwHI/AAAAAAAACFs/EBvcgoLdN1Q/s1600/DSC_1707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ6kq33CdHw/TaOF1USPwHI/AAAAAAAACFs/EBvcgoLdN1Q/s640/DSC_1707.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ea9wt5SpdHA/TaOHLk5PyOI/AAAAAAAACFw/5x6TrFTDfcw/s1600/DSC_1748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ea9wt5SpdHA/TaOHLk5PyOI/AAAAAAAACFw/5x6TrFTDfcw/s640/DSC_1748.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(yes,.. they are all wearing white tuxes,.. what you can't see are the bright Red Vans! &amp;nbsp;awesome.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a proud Daughter in Law,....Wasn't he a rock star up there? &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure he wrote that talk just for me,.. Thanks for reading it to me in front of millions Lynn! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nn4-Z_l56c8/TaOHzHPUGvI/AAAAAAAACF4/IYW_xMxwxjs/s1600/lynn-g-robbins-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nn4-Z_l56c8/TaOHzHPUGvI/AAAAAAAACF4/IYW_xMxwxjs/s400/lynn-g-robbins-large.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am a proud Mamma. &amp;nbsp;These girls amaze me! &amp;nbsp;They are so smart! &amp;nbsp;Bailey starting Pre-School was the best thing I could have done for her. &amp;nbsp;She is LOVING it and catching up so fast! &amp;nbsp;At parent teacher conferences I was blown away by what she knew,.. because she WILL NOT tell me anything about what she knows. As far as I knew she knew her name was Bailey and was really good as sassing off. &amp;nbsp;Come to find out she can sing the alphabet(I'm telling you, she will NOT perform at home!) and knows almost all her sounds! &amp;nbsp;That little stinker! &amp;nbsp;Going to school has really helped her behavior, which makes me just elated! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9pK2c3fREw/TaOHS89M61I/AAAAAAAACF0/hXx0ydQQRTs/s1600/DSC_1657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9pK2c3fREw/TaOHS89M61I/AAAAAAAACF0/hXx0ydQQRTs/s640/DSC_1657.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe is getting bigger and smarter by the day. &amp;nbsp;I think she knows half her sounds and can sing the alphabet song(she likes to perform) Her speech is freakishly advanced for her age, and she is so sweet. &amp;nbsp;She likes to snuggle with her blanket and her fingers,.. I try my hardest to find &amp;nbsp;a place for my self in there,.. and sometimes it works! &amp;nbsp;She also has a little sassy side that shows when her sister is being mean, or she REALLY REALLY wants something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rq53WjVcNso/TaOIn2J5A4I/AAAAAAAACF8/1wEpF29Gdsw/s1600/DSC_1832BW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rq53WjVcNso/TaOIn2J5A4I/AAAAAAAACF8/1wEpF29Gdsw/s640/DSC_1832BW.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am also a proud new Aunt! &amp;nbsp;Baby Bateman was born this morning, and she is absolutely perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8604003999659332091?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8604003999659332091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8604003999659332091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8604003999659332091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8604003999659332091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/04/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ6kq33CdHw/TaOF1USPwHI/AAAAAAAACFs/EBvcgoLdN1Q/s72-c/DSC_1707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-2502013361483112564</id><published>2011-03-23T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T12:03:14.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ErpGiHXToIY/TYpD2BYrKDI/AAAAAAAACFo/4tEFchX5JZc/s1600/jc33.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ErpGiHXToIY/TYpD2BYrKDI/AAAAAAAACFo/4tEFchX5JZc/s640/jc33.gif" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord truly works in Mysterious Ways and I am just so full of gratitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As my last few posts have reviewed some of Bailey's Sassyness,.. And that's not including the most recent bum pinch and spank of a stranger in Cafe Rio,.. It may be safe to assume that her baby sister is starting to catch onto this behavior,.. thus making my life somewhat difficult. &amp;nbsp;Although some of her sass is pretty funny,.... I only usually share the funny stories,... there is a lot of that sass that is done at home,.. directed at her parents. &amp;nbsp;And mostly me. &amp;nbsp;It's hard. &amp;nbsp;It's really hard to listen to your daughter scream at you again and again, about how MEAN you are,.. or to hear her say she doesn't like me, or she hates me, or She wants to live at Spencer's house because his mommy is nice. &amp;nbsp;It truly rips my heart out somedays. &amp;nbsp;The irrational screaming and kicking and hitting just to get her down for a nap, or flying off the handle because I didn't let her see the inside of her sippy cup before I put on the lid. &amp;nbsp;I can usually handle it all, and not let it get to me too much, but the last 2 weeks have been EXTREMELY difficult for me. &amp;nbsp;LOTS of tears, LOTS of concerns, LOTS of yelling. &amp;nbsp;A lot of feeling like a failure. &amp;nbsp;And I know that is just part of being a parent,.. but that thought doesn't always calm the fears or heal the hurt feelings. &amp;nbsp;(Yes,.. my 3 year old has the ability to hurt my feelings) &amp;nbsp;Just when I thought I couldn't do it anymore, and was pulling out the crumbs of hope from the bottom of the barrel,... There He is,.. reaching out to comfort me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday, I was sitting in the ER(there to receive the last of my rabies vaccinations,.. story to come) and a few men, who were apart of an assisted living center walked in. &amp;nbsp;One was taken back to be checked, and the others sat in the waiting room with Chloe and I. &amp;nbsp;Chloe was be extra snuggly,... maybe she thought SHE was going to get a shot,.. and was being super cute and playing with me too. &amp;nbsp;I sat there,.. and being a people watcher,.. my attention was on this one man. &amp;nbsp; He was trying to use the phone, and was standing in front of us looking at the fish in the fish tank. &amp;nbsp;Watching him and the other people in his group made me remember doing the Special Needs Seminary,.. I LOVED that class,.. I had never felt the spirit so strong as when I was with those Special Needs kids. &amp;nbsp;They are SO close to our Heavenly Father and are much more in tune to the spirit than we probably give them credit. Anyway,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After about 20 minutes of waiting, and him wandering,.. he sat down a few seats from us and I hear a very loud,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Ma'am,.. MA'AM,... I just wanted to tell you, your daughter is very cute and you are so good with her,.. It's so good to see a mom out with her daughter and be so cute,.. I can tell you are a really good mom." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I almost burst into tears right then and there. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know my Heavenly Father listens to my prayers,.. and is aware of my aching heart. &amp;nbsp;He knew I needed to hear those words at that moment. &amp;nbsp;I know that even though getting all those shots the last few weeks SUCKED,... &amp;nbsp;Heavenly Father put me in a place where I could hear him through those sweet spirits he sends to this earth. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful for Him and His sacrifices for me, and His presence in my life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I share this story because I know I am not the only mom out there that has bad days, or weeks, or MONTHS,.. and I promise that if you ask your Heavenly Father for help,.. He will listen and He will do whatever it takes to make sure that you hear him, and know that he is there. &amp;nbsp;I know that He is REAL and that he is there for me, to comfort me in my darkest times. &amp;nbsp;Just ask, and he is there! &amp;nbsp;I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-2502013361483112564?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2502013361483112564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=2502013361483112564' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2502013361483112564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2502013361483112564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/03/mysterious-ways.html' title='Mysterious Ways'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ErpGiHXToIY/TYpD2BYrKDI/AAAAAAAACFo/4tEFchX5JZc/s72-c/jc33.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8039081250078911405</id><published>2011-03-18T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T08:57:57.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZtoU0ejOM4w/TYOA6OObZEI/AAAAAAAACFk/Z5OuRx2uE78/s1600/DSC_9654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZtoU0ejOM4w/TYOA6OObZEI/AAAAAAAACFk/Z5OuRx2uE78/s640/DSC_9654.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday being St. Patrick's Day,.. I decided to dress Bailey in a little bit of a crazy outfit,.. it wasn't TOO out of control,.. basically I put green tights and a green long sleeved shirt on under a cute little dress that had green stripes (and navy and purple) &amp;nbsp;What? &amp;nbsp;You can get away with a lot on St. Patty's day! &amp;nbsp;Anyway,.. I hosted a little shin-dig at my house last night for some of the women of PSI(Peter's work)and I needed to run and pick up a few things. &amp;nbsp;Mainly, amazing cupcakes from The Sweet Tooth Fairy. &amp;nbsp;We were standing in line behind a group of older women, maybe 50+ and this lady turns around and says to Bailey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Well don't you just match from head to toe?" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{It's true,.. she did match from head to toe.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well Bailey immediately folds her arms, shifts her weight to her back leg and with a very sour face looks at her and says,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Nofing on YOU matches."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH NO SHE DIDN"T!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do? &amp;nbsp;Mostly my mouth just dropped and I looked at Bailey and I looked that the lady, in total disbelief about what just came out of my daughter's sassy face, and I looked again,.. back at the lady,.. and I didn't know you could say SOO much with your face,.. but she just had this look like &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Im embarrassed"/"What a rude little girl"/"What is your mother teaching you"/"Do I really not match?"/Total Disbelief. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't blame her,.. I'm sure my face said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What did she just say"/"Yes my child is out of control"/"don't look at my baby that way or I will scratch your face off"/ "yes I will spank her when we get home, but probably I won't because clearly I am an inconsistent, inattentive parent"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my daughter is sassy, and I don't even know what to do. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laugh, Cry, Scream, Spank?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have taught her to say "I'm a Diva" since the womb? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mother of the year goes to,.... Mwa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8039081250078911405?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8039081250078911405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8039081250078911405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8039081250078911405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8039081250078911405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/03/sass.html' title='The Sass'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZtoU0ejOM4w/TYOA6OObZEI/AAAAAAAACFk/Z5OuRx2uE78/s72-c/DSC_9654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-5886110087298068464</id><published>2011-03-16T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:59:35.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know,.. It's not August 29th. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Bailey has out grown most naps(she still takes 2-3 a week). &amp;nbsp;And is driving me crazy because of it. &amp;nbsp;She is just BORED,.. and the kids in our neighbor hood that she plays with,.. all go to school. &amp;nbsp;So we put Bailey in,.. I kinda feel like I am feeding her to the sharks,.. because she is starting so late in the year. &amp;nbsp;I talked to her teacher and everything sounds like she is just going to be able to jump right in. &amp;nbsp;It's not like they are going to test her in Pre-school. &amp;nbsp;So I dropped her off this morning with her friends and she was just giggling with excitement and had the same face on when I picked her up. &amp;nbsp;I had forgotten to warn them of the Sass level,.. but it sounds like Bailey's true colors shinned when they went to singing class and Bailey screamed at everyone to sit down and be quiet. &amp;nbsp;(that's my girl!) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SucHELGwKXI/TYFAf-a-H_I/AAAAAAAACFU/q8v-Ok6E35A/s1600/DSC_1646.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SucHELGwKXI/TYFAf-a-H_I/AAAAAAAACFU/q8v-Ok6E35A/s640/DSC_1646.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-COKNb4cGZwI/TYFAjNnfeOI/AAAAAAAACFY/rS9djlm4uOw/s1600/DSC_1642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-COKNb4cGZwI/TYFAjNnfeOI/AAAAAAAACFY/rS9djlm4uOw/s640/DSC_1642.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that little turkey never looks at the camera anymore. &amp;nbsp;Much to my dismay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-5886110087298068464?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5886110087298068464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=5886110087298068464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/5886110087298068464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/5886110087298068464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SucHELGwKXI/TYFAf-a-H_I/AAAAAAAACFU/q8v-Ok6E35A/s72-c/DSC_1646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-7247873533567586546</id><published>2011-03-12T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:31:05.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>Can I just say, we are obsessed with Disneyland,.. each of us, individually and as a whole cannot get enough. &amp;nbsp;By our last day there,.. we were planning out our next trip! &amp;nbsp;It's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, can I just say how grateful we are to be able to do some of the really amazing, fun, memory building, time sharing, things we are able to do. &amp;nbsp;We are very blessed and we thank the Lord daily for our blessings,.. (and if you are Bailey you also pray for Heavenly Father to be nice) So with that said,.. here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5s9Gc60mqbM/TXuqAaLAnMI/AAAAAAAACEI/-62IfvIk-TE/s1600/DSC_1328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5s9Gc60mqbM/TXuqAaLAnMI/AAAAAAAACEI/-62IfvIk-TE/s640/DSC_1328.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YtE2KKH5f14/TXuqC_nwnOI/AAAAAAAACEM/3BAZTH7YKfM/s1600/DSC_1352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YtE2KKH5f14/TXuqC_nwnOI/AAAAAAAACEM/3BAZTH7YKfM/s640/DSC_1352.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe's new favorite person, Cousin "gabea"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Na-OqHV6YbI/TXuqGZGFKKI/AAAAAAAACEQ/L9sPKBa0yM0/s1600/DSC_1365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Na-OqHV6YbI/TXuqGZGFKKI/AAAAAAAACEQ/L9sPKBa0yM0/s640/DSC_1365.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey and Repunzle were having a serious conversation and Chloe BOLTED out of my arms to give her a big hug, but she was afraid of Flynn(which is why he was laughing) These guys were the BEST characters ever!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-22NG0Vi8eoE/TXuqJI7d73I/AAAAAAAACEU/Kq_TAA54ta4/s1600/DSC_1370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-22NG0Vi8eoE/TXuqJI7d73I/AAAAAAAACEU/Kq_TAA54ta4/s640/DSC_1370.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of these days she will have eyes for the Prince,.. but look at that stare,..she is just mesmerized!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KG0iWmOqQwo/TXuqL8iD-9I/AAAAAAAACEY/3aho-mksx80/s1600/DSC_1410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KG0iWmOqQwo/TXuqL8iD-9I/AAAAAAAACEY/3aho-mksx80/s640/DSC_1410.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We LOVE Pirates!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ev7BzuiesfY/TXuqOBL-gVI/AAAAAAAACEc/fcDKh7kQPho/s1600/DSC_1415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ev7BzuiesfY/TXuqOBL-gVI/AAAAAAAACEc/fcDKh7kQPho/s640/DSC_1415.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey would NOT turn around for a picture, so Mr. Incredible just turned around too.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EgnyTD8jWiI/TXuqPGKwRyI/AAAAAAAACEg/oZWnOByMYD4/s1600/DSC_1467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EgnyTD8jWiI/TXuqPGKwRyI/AAAAAAAACEg/oZWnOByMYD4/s640/DSC_1467.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We opted for the Princcess Meal again,.. A good investment &amp;nbsp;to spare the waiting in lines to see them!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dh_7K85DJCo/TXuqR_e7G7I/AAAAAAAACEk/nym6M3gh1jg/s1600/DSC_1512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dh_7K85DJCo/TXuqR_e7G7I/AAAAAAAACEk/nym6M3gh1jg/s640/DSC_1512.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fish ride(Nemo ride) was a fan favorite!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IsxJu73DQk/TXuqVGCXdUI/AAAAAAAACEo/U40isFXXANA/s1600/DSC_1542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IsxJu73DQk/TXuqVGCXdUI/AAAAAAAACEo/U40isFXXANA/s640/DSC_1542.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We LOVE Minnie,.. and REALLY love her house!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dsBAucRST7I/TXuqYcHlkGI/AAAAAAAACEs/NtvzA-YjKds/s1600/DSC_1566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dsBAucRST7I/TXuqYcHlkGI/AAAAAAAACEs/NtvzA-YjKds/s640/DSC_1566.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The babies favorite thing was these stairs that they could walk up and down and not hold anything, or have to crawl. &amp;nbsp;Good thing their tickets are free!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rty1S_Nd-OI/TXuqb-K8F2I/AAAAAAAACEw/CHniqMeivPY/s1600/DSC_1569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rty1S_Nd-OI/TXuqb-K8F2I/AAAAAAAACEw/CHniqMeivPY/s640/DSC_1569.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving the Crazy Babies,.. while arguing over who gets to drive. &amp;nbsp;Gotta love best friend cousin fights!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0mXSqH9TQ_Q/TXuqfjkag-I/AAAAAAAACE0/ciG16heytr0/s1600/IMG_0433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0mXSqH9TQ_Q/TXuqfjkag-I/AAAAAAAACE0/ciG16heytr0/s640/IMG_0433.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zpnORXviMm0/TXuqoCiFP5I/AAAAAAAACE8/mVj-qauZ2ic/s1600/DSC_1604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zpnORXviMm0/TXuqoCiFP5I/AAAAAAAACE8/mVj-qauZ2ic/s640/DSC_1604.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being a Cheeta in Tarzan's Tree house&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FdxvYJSPwp0/TXuqq82N42I/AAAAAAAACFA/wHfOUs8C5dw/s1600/DSC_1623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FdxvYJSPwp0/TXuqq82N42I/AAAAAAAACFA/wHfOUs8C5dw/s640/DSC_1623.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not very excited.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6GHoVjefULA/TXuqtGNxiZI/AAAAAAAACFE/DyG9Vn17b_4/s1600/DSC_0728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6GHoVjefULA/TXuqtGNxiZI/AAAAAAAACFE/DyG9Vn17b_4/s640/DSC_0728.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Princess overload,.. these cute girls sure LOVE princesses! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2MRm65E3-ws/TXuqv8VttRI/AAAAAAAACFI/YeqxwP0x7wk/s1600/DSC_0643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2MRm65E3-ws/TXuqv8VttRI/AAAAAAAACFI/YeqxwP0x7wk/s640/DSC_0643.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Budding Hair Stylist,.. she's good!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JFdd9HOnq5I/TXuqylxbvQI/AAAAAAAACFM/UjKYAw8Bu_8/s1600/DSC_0578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JFdd9HOnq5I/TXuqylxbvQI/AAAAAAAACFM/UjKYAw8Bu_8/s640/DSC_0578.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Bailey met Alladin she kept asking where Abu was,.. and Alladin asked her if she had any pets and she said she &amp;nbsp;told him she had a Pet Skunk. &amp;nbsp;Umm,.. yeah right!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XlxMe9EHSSs/TXuq0eP2T_I/AAAAAAAACFQ/EHdKbNwfYhg/s1600/DSC_0275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XlxMe9EHSSs/TXuq0eP2T_I/AAAAAAAACFQ/EHdKbNwfYhg/s640/DSC_0275.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is just somethin about a naked baby bath tub that brings a smile to my face!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-7247873533567586546?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7247873533567586546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=7247873533567586546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7247873533567586546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7247873533567586546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/03/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5s9Gc60mqbM/TXuqAaLAnMI/AAAAAAAACEI/-62IfvIk-TE/s72-c/DSC_1328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-2717130091777777710</id><published>2011-03-08T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:08:26.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week we went on a wicked awesome family vacation to Southern California. &amp;nbsp;We had SOO much fun,.. spending 3 days at the beach(which was fun, but too cold to play in the water) and then 3 days at Disneyland. &amp;nbsp;We stayed in Carlsbad/Oceanside and had a blast! &amp;nbsp;We went with Peter's brother and his family. &amp;nbsp;They have 2 little girls the same ages as Bailey and Chloe, so they had their best friend cousins. &amp;nbsp;We went to the Mormon Battalion Musuem in San Diego, and on our way home stopped at the San Diego Temple, which is BREATH taking! &amp;nbsp;We had a lot of fun,.. and as I am typing this I am realizing that my dumb camera deleted our pictures of that whole day, and now I am crying. &amp;nbsp;Grrrrr. &amp;nbsp;But here is the mini photo shoot I did of my babies. &amp;nbsp;I suck at photography,.. but I still try. &amp;nbsp;:D &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I'm still crying about those pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-2717130091777777710?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2717130091777777710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=2717130091777777710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2717130091777777710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2717130091777777710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/03/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-d5Z_kgGbtyM/TXZ9NSAMCPI/AAAAAAAACD4/TtnIbvPXaTE/s72-c/DSC_1207+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-6224394989125993149</id><published>2011-02-13T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:59:27.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatomy Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8TbrqIpkMXo/TViw7Gs0eCI/AAAAAAAACDk/eecViFPIDYM/s1600/dysphagia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8TbrqIpkMXo/TViw7Gs0eCI/AAAAAAAACDk/eecViFPIDYM/s320/dysphagia.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a close look at this diagram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note there are 2 sphincters listed. &amp;nbsp;(stop laughing people,.. you have MANY sphincters in your body,.. not just the one that releases poo.) &amp;nbsp;We will be discussing the upper sphincter. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As some people may know,.. I have a problem with said sphincter. &amp;nbsp;Basically what the problem is, is that the Esophageal Sphincter just past my air way,.. doesn't like me. &amp;nbsp;It sometimes doesn't open all the way, allowing food to fully pass through the rest of the esophagus and into my stomach,.. but I am still able to breathe fine,.. but we still say I am "choking".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scene:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent all day in the kitchen preparing a really nice fun dinner with some friends to celebrate Valentine's Day,.. No kids (except for one super cute 3 month old who slept through it all). &amp;nbsp;Candle lit,... even cloth napkins and sparkling cider(I went all out people!). &amp;nbsp;I hadn't eaten all day because I was so super stressed to produce a fabulous meal. &amp;nbsp;By the time we sat down for dinner,.. I was STARVING. &amp;nbsp;I eat a bite of mashed potatoes, a bite of salad,.. and alas,... a bite of delicious Parmesan Chicken. &amp;nbsp;Savoring every last bit of juice before I swallow. &amp;nbsp;As I push it back to swallow,.. &amp;nbsp;I can tell that I probably should have chewed it a little better,.. so I get a drink to give it some lube on it's way down,... didn't help,.. in fact,.. made it worse. &amp;nbsp;So Chicken goes down first,.. and then fizzy cider,... No bueno. &amp;nbsp; It's not going down,.. at all,.. and as neck and throat muscles contract harder and harder,.. the more and more fizz starts to come back up,... I hurry and run to the kitchen sink where I start gagging and spewing all over,.. (yes right in front of our guests) &amp;nbsp;I knew what was coming so I started to brusquely walk to our bedroom. &amp;nbsp;But of course because of the carbonation added to the suck chicken,.. my throat starts making CRAZY sounds,.. I wasn't sure if everyone else could hear them(they did) or if it was just amplified because it was in my body, or not. &amp;nbsp;But if I could re-create the sound I would describe it as a mixture of pop rocks in the consistency of pudding,... maybe hard to hard to imagine,.. but pretty creepy. &amp;nbsp;Luckily this time,.. it was able to pass through into my stomach just fine. (there was a time when I wasn't so lucky and had to have a little surgery). after about 15 painful minutes in the bathroom of trying to drink a little water, and then gagging it back up,.. I was able to get it to pass into my stomach,.. but the embarrassment had been done,.. and I still had to return to dinner. &amp;nbsp;It was a lovely walk of shame back to my chair to start the lovely explanation of why I choke on things. &amp;nbsp;But you know,... it wouldn't be my life, if I didn't always choke in front of other people,... it never happens when it's just Peter and the girls and I at home,... nope,.. we gotta make it a public display of retarded-ness. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for the sense of humor Heavenly Father,.. it's gotten me through many embarrassing bodily function issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-6224394989125993149?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6224394989125993149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=6224394989125993149' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6224394989125993149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6224394989125993149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/02/anatomy-lesson.html' title='Anatomy Lesson'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8TbrqIpkMXo/TViw7Gs0eCI/AAAAAAAACDk/eecViFPIDYM/s72-c/dysphagia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8013853478288116628</id><published>2011-02-11T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T08:40:46.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Sassy Pants' Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5hv0gRvlp0/TVVmcbo4KkI/AAAAAAAACDg/_H68ZTYHnf4/s1600/156314_539941627521_203001245_31518864_3137913_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5hv0gRvlp0/TVVmcbo4KkI/AAAAAAAACDg/_H68ZTYHnf4/s640/156314_539941627521_203001245_31518864_3137913_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bailey is just so,.... well,.... Sassy. &amp;nbsp;Our morning started out great! She was happy to be awake, and totally content watching her shows on the computer with a sippy cup of Chocolate Milk and a Pop Tart. (Breakfast of Champions, compliments of Daddy-Cakes) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe bum was a little angel and slept in until,.... drum roll please,...... 11 O'CLOCK!! &amp;nbsp;(I have no tricks to make my children love sleeping so much,. but I am just grateful they do!) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great way to start the day, egh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey's attitude got a good kick start right before we headed out the door to get groceries. &amp;nbsp;She didn't WANT to wear brown shoes! &amp;nbsp;Duh,... how could I possibly not know that? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then,.. we were headed to Costco,.. well,.. she doesn't WANT to go to Costco,.. she wants to go to the Red Circle store,.. (Target) and look at the Princesses! &amp;nbsp;So of course the pouting begins upon arrival at Costco. &amp;nbsp;A nice employee stops to say hello and Bailey literally sticks out her tongue and spits at the man. &amp;nbsp;gaul! &amp;nbsp;Kill me now,.. and so I gave her a strong talking to, and then it was sobbing the rest of the shopping trip. &amp;nbsp;The second we walk out of the store,.. life is great, grand wonderful again,.. until we get in the car and I won't let her have gum. &amp;nbsp; Well then the water works set in again and she was INSISTING that I take her to her Daddy's office so he can spank me cause he will be SO mad at me for being so mean to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We get to Target and it was pretty much the same thing,.. except this time she SCREAMED all the way out of the store because I wouldn't take her to look at the toys. &amp;nbsp;I always know that if I keep walking she will follow me,.. screaming,.. but at least we are getting where we need to go,... but if I stop,.. she will flail on the floor. &amp;nbsp;(I am getting smart people!) &amp;nbsp;I had two people stop and tell me,... "It gets easier, I promise" and "Oh hunny,.. it's down hill from here!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;REALLY people? &amp;nbsp;I know what I was like as a teenager,.. and I am pretty sure that this behavior will just be 12 more years&amp;nbsp;experienced. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So please,.. Remember the Robbins Family in your prayers from now on, until the year 2027,.. when Bailey hits 20. &amp;nbsp; Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8013853478288116628?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8013853478288116628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8013853478288116628' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8013853478288116628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8013853478288116628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-sassy-pants-mom.html' title='Being Sassy Pants&apos; Mom'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5hv0gRvlp0/TVVmcbo4KkI/AAAAAAAACDg/_H68ZTYHnf4/s72-c/156314_539941627521_203001245_31518864_3137913_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8112500361625861251</id><published>2011-02-06T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:22:04.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Intruder</title><content type='html'>It's nights like tonight that I lie awake in my bed, secretly FREAKING OUT. &amp;nbsp;On the verge of a panic attack. &amp;nbsp;You see,.. about 6 years ago I was the victim of an attempted robbery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heraldextra.com/news/article_879902e0-313e-5210-9d53-d56b184370e8.html"&gt;http://www.heraldextra.com/news/article_879902e0-313e-5210-9d53-d56b184370e8.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't believe I was able to find this article!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, it was nothing,.. I just thought I was super cool cause I was in the news. &amp;nbsp;I didn't ever have any reaction to the incident and it never affected me,..... until 3 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one incident where a girl, in Provo had gone missing. &amp;nbsp;It turns out in this particular story, the girl had gone hiking alone and had fallen and passed away,.. but for some reason, it sent me into a horrible panic stricken stage. &amp;nbsp;I was waking up in the middle of the night FREAKING out that there was someone in our apartment, and Peter would go check to find nothing, and then have to snuggle me super tight the rest of the night. &amp;nbsp;It was horrible. &amp;nbsp;But it eventually went away. &amp;nbsp;I get pretty nervous when I am home alone at night,.. but I am rarely home at night with out Peter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight,.. I am up,.. sleepless because of this story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=14283096"&gt;http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=14283096&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not too far away from where we live,.. and by that I mean,.. this poor family is in our Stake. &amp;nbsp;I can't sleep. &amp;nbsp;It brings back all that stress and anxiety,.. and I am usually a pretty laid back person. &amp;nbsp;Every peep I hear coming from upstairs makes me jump. &amp;nbsp;(Chloe just started talking in her sleep as I was writing this, and my heart is racing, like I just ran a marathon!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said my prayers, and I said some more,.. I made Peter say some more prayers with me,.. and I still can't sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I know that the Lord provides comfort and protection and I am grateful for that. &amp;nbsp;I am grateful that I can find comfort from speaking with him. &amp;nbsp;I know that if I ask, I shall receive, and he DOES comfort me. &amp;nbsp;I am grateful for the power of prayer and the power of the Holy Ghost,.. I know that he was with me that night my apartment was broken into, and he allowed me to stay calm to keep myself and my roommates safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't start this post thinking I would bare testimony,.. but while I'm at it,.. I know my Savior lives, and I know that through him, all things are possible. &amp;nbsp;Especially today,.. I want to bare testimony of Fasting and Prayer and the guidance and peace that it gives. &amp;nbsp;I am grateful for the many channels we have been given to come to know Christ and understand him, and atonement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel calmer now that have that all off my chest,.. and I am going to attempt sleep one more time. &amp;nbsp;Nighty night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8112500361625861251?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8112500361625861251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8112500361625861251' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8112500361625861251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8112500361625861251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/02/intruder.html' title='The Intruder'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-2735990688514752298</id><published>2011-02-06T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:12:19.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been feeling the Winter blues,..and I just want to take the girls outside and play,.. but it's too cold,.. and we like to be warm,... so I am making a list of all the fun things we are so excited to do this Spring/Summer!! &amp;nbsp;Do you think that it will make Spring/Summer arrive sooner and stay longer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DisneyLand(End of February,... we decided to cheat and visit summer for a week!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few Weekends at Spring Haven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lazy days with a Blow-up pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lazy days spent in our yard that we finally got finished last fall,... the day before it snowed. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long afternoons spent at the pool in Lindon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ice Cream and Snow Cones on our way home from the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A week at Family Camp at Aspen Grove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls Camp(i LOVE girls camp!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camping in Yellowstone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mornings at the Park down the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BBQ's on the new deck that we only got to use once last Fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting on the front steps for daddy to get home from work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bear Lake Weekends!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating dinner nightly on the deck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Growing my own strawberries to make freezer jam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My big sissy coming to Utah with ALL her kids!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Late nights with my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No makeup cause I will have a wicked awesome tan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOT being Pregnant or having a newborn! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not caring about my house, and only doing laundry by pure necessity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A trip or 2 to play at the Gateway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ooooooh,.. I can't wait. &amp;nbsp;And I believe I have just made the winter blues even worse! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-2735990688514752298?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2735990688514752298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=2735990688514752298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2735990688514752298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2735990688514752298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/02/looking-forward.html' title='Looking Forward'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8098172383728371381</id><published>2011-02-02T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:09:15.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking Chlo-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TUnMSx8pu7I/AAAAAAAACDc/4t7766I9YJk/s1600/75357_539941637501_203001245_31518865_641282_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TUnMSx8pu7I/AAAAAAAACDc/4t7766I9YJk/s640/75357_539941637501_203001245_31518865_641282_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe also needs a translator,.. and she is adding more and more words to her repitoire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;booooogs=boogers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;santa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;agaay=alligator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bee=that which makes her heart beat,.. her beloved blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cheeeese=Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guys=Dispicable Me,.. ie: Silly Guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bea ton=belly button&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seeee=sippy cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blablablabla-Banana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baiyee=Bailey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;poops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sooes=shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wallawalla=Odwalla, our very favorite drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fourk=fork(which she is a total PRO at using,... to dump her food on the floor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe is awesome at giving her poor old ma some sympathy laughs, and of course real laughs. &amp;nbsp;She is just delightful. &amp;nbsp;We are pretty much obsessed with her and her "Evil Eye" &amp;nbsp;it's AWESOME! &amp;nbsp;(I will have to post a video of it) &amp;nbsp;Chloe LOVES songs,.. and yes,.. we are STILL singing Christmas songs to her because they have to have "Santa" in the song, or she gets mad. &amp;nbsp;She thinks her sister's hair is strictly for pulling, and her face is for slapping. &amp;nbsp;Chloe has had to learn to be pretty feisty with a sassy big sister who would other wise push her around. &amp;nbsp;She is really funny, and makes me laugh all day! &amp;nbsp;She has always been a pretty effeciant communicator,.. which makes being a mommy a lot easier,.. but also a lot more fun. &amp;nbsp;Diarrhea is pretty much an every day occurance,&amp;nbsp;dang it&amp;nbsp;anyway. &amp;nbsp;We are trying to figure it out,.. and it's been a long process,.. dang Lactose! &amp;nbsp;Chloe LOVES babies and is frequently found carrying one around, and poking it's fake eyes. &amp;nbsp;It's probably a good thing she doesn't have a real little sibling, or it would be blind. &amp;nbsp;Chloe L-O-V-E-S her daddy! &amp;nbsp;As SOON as he gets home from work,.. she is always near or being held by "dada", but who doesn't love him,.. I mean really? &amp;nbsp;He is pretty popular at our house! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8098172383728371381?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8098172383728371381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8098172383728371381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8098172383728371381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8098172383728371381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/02/speaking-chloe-ish.html' title='Speaking Chlo-ish'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TUnMSx8pu7I/AAAAAAAACDc/4t7766I9YJk/s72-c/75357_539941637501_203001245_31518865_641282_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-3567121038044222856</id><published>2011-01-18T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:03:49.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking Bailey-eese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TTZrCNwunyI/AAAAAAAACDU/G1bBaKVG7_U/s1600/DSC_0140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TTZrCNwunyI/AAAAAAAACDU/G1bBaKVG7_U/s640/DSC_0140.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some times I feel like people need a translator when it comes to communicating with Bailey,.. and just in case you are cool enough to hang with little miss sassy pants,.. you might want to bring this list with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Closer Closer=Closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Constance=Jimmney Cricket or a Concience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Dr. Laura=no idea, but she is often talked about and interjected in Bailey's wild imaginative stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-DiSPITable=our new family favorite movie,.. Dispicable Me,.. my children are going to grow up to be evil&amp;nbsp;villians. GASP,.. it's not a princess film!&amp;nbsp; Bailey does a pretty good re-inactment of "IT'S SO FLUFFY"-a pretty darn funny part of the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-We don't eat_____=if you mention pretty much anything Bailey will respond with "we don't eat _____, do we?" ie. poo.&amp;nbsp; "We don't eat poo, do we mommy?"(this one is more of a warning, not a translation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Mommy Bandaids= Do I really need to translate that one?&amp;nbsp; All I will say is I get asked about once a month if I need to go to the Doctor, or do I just need a mommy bandaid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-You're mean!= I just got punished for being naughty and YOU are the mean one! Usually every night AS SOON as Peter walks in the door,.. her report on our day is usually,.. "Daddy,.. mommy was being a&amp;nbsp;MEAN mommy today"&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I want snuggles- " I want to poke you in the eyes and pull your hair out one strand at a time and see how long you actually stay in my bed with me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-my toes are all gone and are not there anymore=I am wearing socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-maked=naked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-mommy shows= Oprah, Dr. Phil, Grey's, are to be shared with Bailey,..... (she thinks they are anyway!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Banka=Aunt Bekah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I dis have a quession= I am stalling going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-If you ask her a question and she&amp;nbsp;replies with a toot and a giggle,.. I'm so sorry,..she is so innappropriate and I did not teach her that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-mud=Animal poop all over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Ferry Christmas=Merry Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Fixer fixer=plunger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-lasterday=yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-road bikel=tricycle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-danger danger=power box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;those are some of the great ones,.. but alas, there are many more!&amp;nbsp; We sure love this girl and all her little quirks!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-3567121038044222856?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3567121038044222856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=3567121038044222856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3567121038044222856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3567121038044222856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/01/speaking-bailey-eese.html' title='Speaking Bailey-eese'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TTZrCNwunyI/AAAAAAAACDU/G1bBaKVG7_U/s72-c/DSC_0140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-4020730254512079896</id><published>2011-01-10T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:36:38.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new best friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what Oprah was thinking when she didn't add these to her "Favorite Things" list,... I mean who likes diamonds and iPads and t.v.'s and cruises, and new cars anyway!?!? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSt7rfhUIYI/AAAAAAAACDM/Sdy1iXTcoFY/s1600/41hGgVsjdvL._SL160_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSt7rfhUIYI/AAAAAAAACDM/Sdy1iXTcoFY/s1600/41hGgVsjdvL._SL160_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A steamer for clothing! &amp;nbsp;(no more ironing up in herrr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSt9OloS7mI/AAAAAAAACDQ/MBZhoXyMCZ8/s1600/11596660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSt9OloS7mI/AAAAAAAACDQ/MBZhoXyMCZ8/s400/11596660.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And a memory foam mattress topper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh,... maybe it's cause that lady hasn't washed or hung her clothing in AGES, and she sleeps on a cloud.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well,.. I have cute kids and a rockin' husband which trumps billions of dollars anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-4020730254512079896?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4020730254512079896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=4020730254512079896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4020730254512079896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4020730254512079896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-new-best-friends.html' title='My new best friends'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSt7rfhUIYI/AAAAAAAACDM/Sdy1iXTcoFY/s72-c/41hGgVsjdvL._SL160_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8069721254908127403</id><published>2011-01-05T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T07:52:20.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December in a nut Shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seeing as how blogging was last on my list of important things last month,.. here is an overview of the festivities,... well,.. the ones my camera went to anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJNwO_AWFI/AAAAAAAACCE/qUxs9lM9eEQ/s1600/DSC_0372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJNwO_AWFI/AAAAAAAACCE/qUxs9lM9eEQ/s640/DSC_0372.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peter's work party,... these are two of my very favorite guys! &amp;nbsp;The grinch, ie CEO, ie Dave, ie my brosuf, and Santa, ie Peter, ie CFO, ie my cute hubby. They are like Chameleons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJNwO_AWFI/AAAAAAAACCE/qUxs9lM9eEQ/s1600/DSC_0372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJN7A2UqtI/AAAAAAAACCI/mHKDOHTW7OM/s1600/DSC_0466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJN7A2UqtI/AAAAAAAACCI/mHKDOHTW7OM/s640/DSC_0466.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey had her little dance recitel and was just so cute. &amp;nbsp;She loves dance, but she mostly just loves to watch her friends dance,... and I laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJOAH1uv4I/AAAAAAAACCM/PDrNPJ4VWfY/s1600/DSC_0418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJOAH1uv4I/AAAAAAAACCM/PDrNPJ4VWfY/s640/DSC_0418.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cozumel, Mexico,.. just one stop on our awesome cruise! &amp;nbsp;Empty white sand beach,.. can't get any better than that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJpuDtYuFI/AAAAAAAACCg/4Y_gbXxsJMk/s1600/DSC00745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJpuDtYuFI/AAAAAAAACCg/4Y_gbXxsJMk/s640/DSC00745.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cozumel, Mexico,.. just one stop on our awesome cruise! &amp;nbsp;Empty white sand beach,.. can't get any better than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJRq3dvklI/AAAAAAAACCU/eZlomJ_xZaA/s1600/DSC00756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJRq3dvklI/AAAAAAAACCU/eZlomJ_xZaA/s640/DSC00756.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Especially with these guys!! &amp;nbsp;This is Peter's cousin Riley and his awesome wife Justine. &amp;nbsp;They aurprised us at the Port and went on our cruise with us! &amp;nbsp;We were so glad they came with us and we had SO MUCH FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJR0DEeV6I/AAAAAAAACCY/-Mk1VuZLqfs/s1600/DSC_0673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJR0DEeV6I/AAAAAAAACCY/-Mk1VuZLqfs/s640/DSC_0673.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Got home just in time to rush and get ready for Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJR3JRXfyI/AAAAAAAACCc/Rf65ZUDQB50/s1600/DSC_0699.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJR3JRXfyI/AAAAAAAACCc/Rf65ZUDQB50/s640/DSC_0699.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Bateman Family(those that were near) and missed those that weren't. &amp;nbsp;We had a delicious dinner cooked by da mamma. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSSRmOCMSAI/AAAAAAAACCk/hD5iAmlWa2k/s1600/DSC_0765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSSRmOCMSAI/AAAAAAAACCk/hD5iAmlWa2k/s640/DSC_0765.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSSRoTGDrTI/AAAAAAAACCo/4ZEJ3Y-K9HE/s1600/DSC_0752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSSRoTGDrTI/AAAAAAAACCo/4ZEJ3Y-K9HE/s640/DSC_0752.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSSRrMdrhpI/AAAAAAAACCs/Q8pFQ340C2s/s1600/DSC_0805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSSRrMdrhpI/AAAAAAAACCs/Q8pFQ340C2s/s640/DSC_0805.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We LOVE Christmas lights at Temple Square,.. they NEVER disappoint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSSRuUZfP4I/AAAAAAAACCw/ox0pj0Bf3Xg/s1600/DSC_0807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSSRuUZfP4I/AAAAAAAACCw/ox0pj0Bf3Xg/s640/DSC_0807.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is New Years,...... We spent the weekend at SpringHaven, and this was the only picture I got of the whole time we were there. &amp;nbsp;This is my favorite part of the drive. &amp;nbsp;I LOVE tree tunnels and I love them at every season! &amp;nbsp;This one took my breath away though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a New Year and many more blog posts,... hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8069721254908127403?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8069721254908127403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8069721254908127403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8069721254908127403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8069721254908127403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2011/01/december-in-nut-shell.html' title='December in a nut Shell'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TSJNwO_AWFI/AAAAAAAACCE/qUxs9lM9eEQ/s72-c/DSC_0372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-5406558934548958017</id><published>2010-12-08T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:03:21.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so surprising.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could blog a million and one things,.. but I just haven't. &amp;nbsp;It seems as though I am lame. &amp;nbsp;And I am. &amp;nbsp;But at least we are having fun while I am lame! &amp;nbsp;I think I have just been holding out to blog about this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TP__TzhJAmI/AAAAAAAACB0/XRGVxU7ICYY/s1600/caribbean-beach-cruise-line.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TP__TzhJAmI/AAAAAAAACB0/XRGVxU7ICYY/s400/caribbean-beach-cruise-line.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Except,.. I won't be that lady with nasty tramp stamps and a bikini. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I decided like a year ago that I was going to take Peter on vacation for his 30th Birthday,.. one way or another!! Well,.. I tried my darndest to surprise him, and that little stinker ruined it a few weeks ago. &amp;nbsp;I was SOOO CLOSE to making it and he snuck into my texts(we always read each other's texts,.. it's not a trust issue people,.. we are just curious) and found a ridiculously detailed text including words like "SURPRISE", "CRUISE" and "CARIBBEAN". &amp;nbsp;So I couldn't really get around it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We leave on Friday and I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-5406558934548958017?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5406558934548958017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=5406558934548958017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/5406558934548958017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/5406558934548958017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-so-surprising.html' title='Not so surprising.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TP__TzhJAmI/AAAAAAAACB0/XRGVxU7ICYY/s72-c/caribbean-beach-cruise-line.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1708964974129469362</id><published>2010-11-15T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T13:38:39.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems like everyone I really love is havin babies!! &amp;nbsp;(Congrats Mandy and Travis!) So I have been looking at baby pictures,.. which usually lead to myself having a baby. (I'm not pregnant!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do my kids have to grow up so darn fast? &amp;nbsp;Don't they know that just means that I am going to have to pop another one out? (Once again,...No announcements) &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure I blinked and they are just pretty much adults now. &amp;nbsp;I told Bailey she needs to get a job already, and she said,.. "okay,.. I will watch a movie on the computer mom!" &amp;nbsp;funny girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGgm2k3DdI/AAAAAAAACBA/xi9_av1jJFI/s1600/DSC_9939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGgm2k3DdI/AAAAAAAACBA/xi9_av1jJFI/s640/DSC_9939.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe has decided she is quite the entertainer. &amp;nbsp;As soon as the camera comes out,... so do her silly faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGgpSwmP-I/AAAAAAAACBE/Ous6Exi4Ucs/s1600/DSC_9802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGgpSwmP-I/AAAAAAAACBE/Ous6Exi4Ucs/s640/DSC_9802.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is gettin skinny from all the RUNNING she does all day,.. but good thing those cheeks are stickin around!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGgt0kZznI/AAAAAAAACBI/-4EgJdHXJMk/s1600/DSC_9922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGgt0kZznI/AAAAAAAACBI/-4EgJdHXJMk/s640/DSC_9922.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe is quite the silly girl. &amp;nbsp;She just aims to entertain. &amp;nbsp;She is just so sweet too. Chloe loves to split her time giving her sister loves and kisses, &amp;nbsp;but also working on her talent in hair pulling and hitting. &amp;nbsp;She is pretty sly, which makes for some interesting interactions between this duo. &amp;nbsp;Chloe just LOVES taking something away from Bailey, just to be chased. &amp;nbsp;She just giggles with delight the entire time. &amp;nbsp;And poor Bailey is the permenent damsel in distress. &amp;nbsp;She is really good at screaming and crying, and not so good at fighting back. &amp;nbsp;Not that I want an all our brawl,.. but it would be nice if sometimes Bailey could manage to stick up for her self,... and not just to her baby sister. &amp;nbsp;Good thing Bailey has a pretty sharp tongue and will tell you what's up,.. but to other kids, that's not usually effective. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of Bailey,.... she is crazy. &amp;nbsp;Man I love her. &amp;nbsp;She has decided that it's really fun to try and sneak into our bed at night,... by any means necessary. &amp;nbsp;Usually a guilt trip on the, ever trusty push over,... Daddy. &amp;nbsp;We have been very excited to start using Santa as a bribe for good behavior,.. but it kind of back fired last week when Bailey saw snow, it meant it was christmas, and that santa was going to skip our house because we hadn't decorated yet. &amp;nbsp;So,.. note to self,.. don't use Santa as a bribe until you are ready for EVERYTHING Christmas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGla4Ed1TI/AAAAAAAACBQ/QQfKbQhb08E/s1600/DSC_9799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGla4Ed1TI/AAAAAAAACBQ/QQfKbQhb08E/s640/DSC_9799.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGg2oIjLzI/AAAAAAAACBM/KHPbdiHGW7A/s1600/DSC_9996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGg2oIjLzI/AAAAAAAACBM/KHPbdiHGW7A/s640/DSC_9996.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGmLHPK76I/AAAAAAAACBY/3YlRWMDgf2c/s1600/DSC_9654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGmLHPK76I/AAAAAAAACBY/3YlRWMDgf2c/s640/DSC_9654.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGl-PSWsVI/AAAAAAAACBU/fXDiQ1mVK8g/s1600/DSC_9813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGl-PSWsVI/AAAAAAAACBU/fXDiQ1mVK8g/s640/DSC_9813.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Are you SURE these weren't taken last week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{Bailey}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGnb0KUjiI/AAAAAAAACBk/-F-erfM09Sk/s1600/Bailey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGnb0KUjiI/AAAAAAAACBk/-F-erfM09Sk/s640/Bailey.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{Chloe}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGnCfwS5pI/AAAAAAAACBg/dMqAqto3A_w/s1600/DSC_1579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGnCfwS5pI/AAAAAAAACBg/dMqAqto3A_w/s640/DSC_1579.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1708964974129469362?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1708964974129469362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1708964974129469362' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1708964974129469362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1708964974129469362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/11/why.html' title='Why!?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TOGgm2k3DdI/AAAAAAAACBA/xi9_av1jJFI/s72-c/DSC_9939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1788561574068620913</id><published>2010-11-10T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:03:34.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Much the WORST day ever.</title><content type='html'>It started bright and early. &amp;nbsp;I woke up so that I had plenty of time to get ready and get the girls ready so we could make a good go at things,... My friend Brittany(who hosted a FABULOUS Halloween Party) called and asked if she could borrow some of my cake decorating tips. &amp;nbsp;Sure thing! &amp;nbsp;So I set out on the quest of a life time to find the those dumb little things. &amp;nbsp;She gave up on me after an hour. &amp;nbsp;An Hour of SEARCHING while dealing with miss attitude of America SCREAMING at me about nothing.(someday I will have a brain and be organized, or have a brain and remember something) &amp;nbsp;Anyway,.... I felt super bad. &amp;nbsp;So the girls and I were ready, got the girls all buckled in the car, had my list of errands to run, and determined to find the sweetest Halloween costume available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the key,........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr. (there is NOTHING more frustrating to me than a car that won't start and being stranded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided that I would push the car out of the garage and run down and have a neighbor jumpstart Shaneequa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a bit of effort to get good ole Shaneequa movin, I was workin up a sweat. &amp;nbsp;I knew once I got the back wheels out of the garage that we would be smooth sailin'. &amp;nbsp;Well,......... &amp;nbsp;Note to self: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When parked on the left hand side of a double car garage door,... do not attempt to push car out of garage &amp;nbsp;with the drivers side door open. &amp;nbsp;This equals disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is rollin and I suddenly realize,......... Ahh freak,.. the door is open, I still need to get IN the car and CLOSE the door. &amp;nbsp;Too bad that thought came as the door caught on the side of the garage. &amp;nbsp;LUCKILY I was able to reach the break before the door completely folded open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I sit, in my car, with my foot on the break, BAWLING, and then trying to push the car back into the garage,.. which would mean that I needed to push the back end of a 2 ton Sequoia UP HILL into the garage. &amp;nbsp;I was FREAKING OUT, bawling, and I couldn't reach my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome neighbor of ours saw my distress of desperately trying to push Shaneequa back into the garage and came to my rescue. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure he thinks I am the biggest idiot in all the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After over 2 hours of him trying to help me(including using his Cobra) to try and jump start Shaneequa, I sent him home, and called AAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull out the AAA card, and low and behold, the card is in Peter's name and they WILL NOT come help me until Peter is THERE. &amp;nbsp;(so stupid) &amp;nbsp;So Peter spends an hour on the phone to get me added to his card, and then another hour until they would arrive. &amp;nbsp;So I pull the kids out of the car, and let them play in the yard. &amp;nbsp;Well Chloe had something Bailey wanted and Bailey decided she was going to get it back from her. &amp;nbsp;So Bailey chases after her poor little sister,...... And what happens when you chase an 18 month old? &amp;nbsp;Well,.. they run as fast as they can, away from you, and where did Chloe run? &amp;nbsp;Down the hill. &amp;nbsp;And then what happened? &amp;nbsp;Her oversized head went faster than her feet, and she face planted in the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I screamed, really loud, then we went in and cried. &amp;nbsp;A lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(another note to self-Never EVER EVER go on Birth Control Pills, no matter what! They make you CRAZY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then AAA Saved us and gave me a new Battery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I didn't have time to get a costume,.. just enough time to make it to Peter's Office to Trick or Treat, come home and leave for our wicked awesome Party that Peter(I mean 3-legged Jake) was the star of.&lt;br /&gt;So I went as Facebook,... ie,... wrote the word Book on my face,.. it's a classic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to bed, hoping for a better day the next day, cause it was a HORRIBLE day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1788561574068620913?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1788561574068620913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1788561574068620913' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1788561574068620913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1788561574068620913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/11/pretty-much-worst-day-ever.html' title='Pretty Much the WORST day ever.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1210849423794134778</id><published>2010-11-02T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:40:34.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween was preTTy fun up in herrr. &amp;nbsp;Sleeping Beauty was so elegant, and sweet, and happy,............. I mean,... she was sweet and happy and elegant when she was sleeping,.. cause when she is awake, she is more like,.. sassy, smartie pants, and demanding,...... but beautiful under all that! :D &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TNBoca535wI/AAAAAAAACA4/0bssXIYQEEg/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TNBoca535wI/AAAAAAAACA4/0bssXIYQEEg/s640/DSC_0004.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there was my little garden gnome. &amp;nbsp;She was,.... well,.... fat and cute. &amp;nbsp;MAN,.. there is just something awesome about a fat baby,... and even better when that fat baby is dressed up as a gnome, with a saggy diaper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TNBoxpML0zI/AAAAAAAACA8/NZpKUfe1Vf0/s1600/DSC_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TNBoxpML0zI/AAAAAAAACA8/NZpKUfe1Vf0/s640/DSC_0011.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is good people. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Real good.(to be said in a Nacho Libre sort of way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peter and I had the opportunity to dress up a whopping 4 times,......... I took the opportunity once, and Peter went all out 4 times. &amp;nbsp;He is awesome like that. &amp;nbsp;Usually I am MORE than happy to dress up,.. as my High school friends can prolly attest. &amp;nbsp;But you see,.... Friday was quite possibly the WORST day of my life. (Which I am grateful, I can say that it was only this bad),... but that's it's own story, which you will laugh at. &amp;nbsp;I promise,.... even though i can't really laugh about it yet,.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Holloweenie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1210849423794134778?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1210849423794134778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1210849423794134778' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1210849423794134778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1210849423794134778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloweenie.html' title='Halloweenie'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TNBoca535wI/AAAAAAAACA4/0bssXIYQEEg/s72-c/DSC_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-6326557075951788586</id><published>2010-10-12T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:41:02.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Little Bailey,.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TLU4MbEkaOI/AAAAAAAACAw/evc8oJUvHhY/s1600/DSC_9398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TLU4MbEkaOI/AAAAAAAACAw/evc8oJUvHhY/s640/DSC_9398.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a crack up as usual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stories as of late:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy singing: &amp;nbsp;"Bailey and the Beast"(to the song Beauty and the Beast,... This makes Bailey VERY angry because that is not the real words!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey: &amp;nbsp;NOOOOOOO!! &amp;nbsp;Stop it mommy,.. I'm done! &amp;nbsp;That's not right,.. I am DONE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During car pool to dance Bailey and her friend Sophie(who has a little brother Chloe's age) were discussing the different words that THEIR babies said,... Bailey's words of wisdom,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Babies only dis talk, and when dey talk dey said words to Dr. Laura"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Guess you know what I listen to on the radio in the afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peter shaves his head about once a week and the other morning Bailey came in just in time to see him lotioning his freshly shaved noggin and she said,... "Daddy,.. dats and AMAZING head you got!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then after watching him put his deodorant on she lifted her arm and pointed in her armpit and said "Look Daddy,.. I don't gots gross stuff in MY armpit." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She keeps telling me stories about when she was a Mommy and when I ask her who her kids are she says Chloe is her kid,... and there is clearly no point in arguing with this child or else she might lay the ultimate smack down on her dear old mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I tell her we are going to the grocery store she BEGGS for me to take her to "Target, da red circle store, wiff da dollies" &amp;nbsp;(they are jerks at target and keep pollie pocket princess dolls at the check out,.. do we have them all?? YES,.. do we have a clone for each of them x2???? why yes we do!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am feeling guilty I didn't put her in Pre-School,.. because now she is begging me,... " I want to go to schooool Mommy,... and learn my C, B, Dubbleuse" &amp;nbsp;How can you resist that!?!? &amp;nbsp;Guess I better find some books to teach her my self for a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all for now folks! &amp;nbsp;I know,.. you laughed at least once,.. and if you didn't, you are lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-6326557075951788586?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6326557075951788586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=6326557075951788586' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6326557075951788586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6326557075951788586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/10/that-little-bailey.html' title='That Little Bailey,.......'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TLU4MbEkaOI/AAAAAAAACAw/evc8oJUvHhY/s72-c/DSC_9398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1256060677068324383</id><published>2010-09-26T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:07:54.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Memory Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have been reminiscing some things of my past that I probably should publicize, but they are funny. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm just going to rewind to almost 2 years. &amp;nbsp;It was New Year's Eve, and we were celebrating it up with our besties,.. Jimmy and Julie(of whom we miss TERRIBLY!) and I was 3 months preggers with the Chloe monster. &amp;nbsp;We went outside to bang some pots and pans,.... The cold air did a number on my stomach, so I RAN to the restroom to spew the delicious pizza,.. Little did I know my bladder needed to spew also. &amp;nbsp;So the choices were,.. sit and go to the bathroom, and puke all over the bathroom, or puke in the toilet and pee my pants,......................................................&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I chose to pee my pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But it was the worst thing ever to have to come out of that bathroom and announce why we had to leave immediately. &amp;nbsp;Yeah,.... letting your husband's best friend see you post peeing your pants isn't like the funnest thing on the planet. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ahhhh,.. the sweet memories. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Jimmy and Julie,.. move your buns back to Utah PRONTO! &amp;nbsp;I promise I won't pee my pants at your house ever again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1256060677068324383?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1256060677068324383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1256060677068324383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1256060677068324383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1256060677068324383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweet-memory-sunday.html' title='Sweet Memory Sunday'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-3253015404882437334</id><published>2010-09-23T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:15:46.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Wears the Pants?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right,... I DO. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peter lost his Navy Pants,.. so I had to take the reins and wear them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKAY,.... just kidding. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But really,.. Peter DID in fact lose 2 pairs of navy pants. &amp;nbsp;I didn't know where they were. &amp;nbsp;I looked and looked,.. I even totally finished the laundry looking for them,.. to no avail. &amp;nbsp;I just kept thinking Bailey stuffed them down the toilet,.. and that's the reason it keeps clogging. &amp;nbsp;But she said she didn't, and that I have bad breath(rude). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I had a flash back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago,.. Peter made me pretty freaky mad,.. and so in a moment of rage(kinda) &amp;nbsp;I took a bunch of laundry to the cleaners. &amp;nbsp;I was tired of looking at that stack of clothes anyway. &amp;nbsp;Well,.. then Peter made it up to me with an hour massage and extra money in my allowance,..... I forgot about the clothes at the cleaners. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJwlqXJTJPI/AAAAAAAACAs/A9D5emtxdQQ/s1600/DSC_7759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJwlqXJTJPI/AAAAAAAACAs/A9D5emtxdQQ/s640/DSC_7759.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;opps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we found Peter's pants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-3253015404882437334?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3253015404882437334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=3253015404882437334' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3253015404882437334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3253015404882437334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-wears-pants.html' title='Who Wears the Pants?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJwlqXJTJPI/AAAAAAAACAs/A9D5emtxdQQ/s72-c/DSC_7759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-4433496473196746067</id><published>2010-09-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T08:30:14.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Little Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am human,.. I know,.. shocker! &amp;nbsp;I get caught up in the monaughtany(Spelling?) of life,.. and forget to stop and take a little mental picture sometimes. &amp;nbsp;But last night, the opportunity presented it's self, to stop and really think about how much I love my kids and my life right now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe developed a stuffy nose as of 7:30 last night and for a self soother by way of finger sucking,.. a stuffy nose means misery. &amp;nbsp; So after a long time of fussing and crying, I went up and just picked her up and rocked her,.. which we haven't done very much since she quit nursing. &amp;nbsp;She didn't want to lay down with her head on my forearm,.. she wanted to be right there,.. snuggled on my chest. &amp;nbsp;The next thing I knew,.. her little hand was resting on my chest too,.. and then it started patting it's way up my chest,.. on my neck,.. and then all over my face, and then came to a resting place on my chest by her little nose. &amp;nbsp;She just wanted to make sure I was still there and still really snuggling her. &amp;nbsp;It was just so sweet and something I don't ever want to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gently put Chloe back in her crib and decided since I was close, to go in and check on Bailey,.. I quietly opened the door,.. and tip-toed in, by her bed,.. brushed her hair out of her face, and kissed her forehead. &amp;nbsp;She didn't open her eyes at all,.. but said,.."Hi Mommy" and I replied,.." HI Bailey,.. I love you" and Bailey said,.. " I love you too Mommy" "Go back to sleep" &amp;nbsp;"Okay Mommy"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All while maintaining her same position with her eyes closed. &amp;nbsp;It was just so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am just filled with gratitude. &amp;nbsp;I am one super lucky girl with an amazing little family(I have a pretty amazing BIG family too) &amp;nbsp;but I just love this point that I am in, in life,.. and trying to truly enjoy my kids, while they are little. &amp;nbsp;My house can be cleaned later. &amp;nbsp;(If you saw it right now,.. you would laugh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJjPLuKndRI/AAAAAAAACAk/G_zdYWuu28I/s1600/DSC_9214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJjPLuKndRI/AAAAAAAACAk/G_zdYWuu28I/s640/DSC_9214.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJjPFzy_j9I/AAAAAAAACAc/BsaJY3WSNq8/s1600/DSC_9303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJjPFzy_j9I/AAAAAAAACAc/BsaJY3WSNq8/s640/DSC_9303.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{Note,.. the naked sister in the background}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-4433496473196746067?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4433496473196746067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=4433496473196746067' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4433496473196746067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4433496473196746067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/those-little-moments.html' title='Those Little Moments'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJjPLuKndRI/AAAAAAAACAk/G_zdYWuu28I/s72-c/DSC_9214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-4895565633593519107</id><published>2010-09-17T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T09:53:09.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Incrimination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I probably shouldn't write this. &amp;nbsp;This is REALLY embarrassing,.. but,..alas,... How can I resist. &amp;nbsp;You can't truly LIVE life with out laughing at your self,.. and it's better when everyone else can laugh with me,..... but really I should be mortified mostly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We have been having a few things done on the house as of late,.. ie,.. adding a "Somewhere" out the door to "nowhere"(our back door has lead to a 15 foot drop off since we moved in,.. and it was time for a deck.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So construction started on said deck like a week ago. So one day, in a hurry because of intestinal distress, I ran to this place, in a panic. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJObHlJuruI/AAAAAAAACAM/YObkV-CLFjw/s1600/DSC_9489.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJObHlJuruI/AAAAAAAACAM/YObkV-CLFjw/s640/DSC_9489.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Doors here are fairly un-nessassary these days with a nosy 3 year old, and a 1 year old following in her big sisters foot steps. &amp;nbsp;So,... maybe I never close doors anymore??? (if you are a mom you understand that nothing is private,.. even certain bathroom events. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So,.. I sat. &amp;nbsp;And I looked at the view,.. which is this,.........&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJObLYfubkI/AAAAAAAACAU/OJAjB5Zvu0E/s1600/DSC_9498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJObLYfubkI/AAAAAAAACAU/OJAjB5Zvu0E/s640/DSC_9498.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which said deck was built under. &amp;nbsp;Which had a man standing in it,.. looking at me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I hate myself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then I just laugh,.. cause that's pretty dang funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-4895565633593519107?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4895565633593519107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=4895565633593519107' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4895565633593519107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4895565633593519107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/self-incrimination.html' title='Self Incrimination'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TJObHlJuruI/AAAAAAAACAM/YObkV-CLFjw/s72-c/DSC_9489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1075188627638482459</id><published>2010-09-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:30:54.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gateway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few weekends ago, we went to the Gateway with Rachel and Dave, and their kids. &amp;nbsp;We had a lot of fun, and Chloe LOVED it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2LYT0pMOI/AAAAAAAAB_c/nfORk5atAn0/s1600/DSC_9090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2LYT0pMOI/AAAAAAAAB_c/nfORk5atAn0/s640/DSC_9090.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What is in this hole mom!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2LYT0pMOI/AAAAAAAAB_c/nfORk5atAn0/s1600/DSC_9090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2Li9AHeUI/AAAAAAAAB_k/3e0VKam3ExY/s1600/DSC_9056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2Li9AHeUI/AAAAAAAAB_k/3e0VKam3ExY/s640/DSC_9056.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2LrYbXY-I/AAAAAAAAB_s/58UmFlpy4ps/s1600/DSC_9140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2LrYbXY-I/AAAAAAAAB_s/58UmFlpy4ps/s640/DSC_9140.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes,.. that jet is headed STRAIGHT for her face, and got her good!!! &amp;nbsp;And she LOVED it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2LrYbXY-I/AAAAAAAAB_s/58UmFlpy4ps/s1600/DSC_9140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2Lv8AGgTI/AAAAAAAAB_0/6Y9aHE33XGk/s1600/DSC_8949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2Lv8AGgTI/AAAAAAAAB_0/6Y9aHE33XGk/s640/DSC_8949.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2L8wJoO7I/AAAAAAAAB_8/ZxX1f4nd8W0/s1600/DSC_9116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2L8wJoO7I/AAAAAAAAB_8/ZxX1f4nd8W0/s640/DSC_9116.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This pole is going to protect me, right!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2L8wJoO7I/AAAAAAAAB_8/ZxX1f4nd8W0/s1600/DSC_9116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2MBUkExRI/AAAAAAAACAE/aNTgpFV95MA/s1600/DSC_9221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2MBUkExRI/AAAAAAAACAE/aNTgpFV95MA/s640/DSC_9221.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1075188627638482459?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1075188627638482459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1075188627638482459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1075188627638482459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1075188627638482459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/gateway.html' title='Gateway'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TI2LYT0pMOI/AAAAAAAAB_c/nfORk5atAn0/s72-c/DSC_9090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8186394747701401753</id><published>2010-09-08T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:58:14.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh Nuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor little Chloe has been having quite the hard time adjusting to cow's milk,.. and then it dawned on me,.. it's cause her little body can't digest it. &amp;nbsp;:( Sad Face. &amp;nbsp;I am a milk LOVER and so this is quite depressing for me. &amp;nbsp; She has had this nasty rash all over her tummy around her belly button,.. and lotion wasn't helping AT ALL. &amp;nbsp;She has had that rash since I put her on cow's milk,.. and now,.... 5 days post quitting cow's milk,.. Voila,.. tis gone! &amp;nbsp;Really,.. I can't believe it. &amp;nbsp;So,.. now our fridge is stalked with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TIfqh-nFokI/AAAAAAAAB_M/NmWtpG4ObJA/s1600/silk-pure-almond-milk-logo-blessings-abound-mommy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TIfqh-nFokI/AAAAAAAAB_M/NmWtpG4ObJA/s640/silk-pure-almond-milk-logo-blessings-abound-mommy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How they make milk out of it, is beyond me,.. but she LOVES it,.. and it actually tastes really good! &amp;nbsp;So we are all happy! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8186394747701401753?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8186394747701401753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8186394747701401753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8186394747701401753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8186394747701401753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/ahh-nuts.html' title='Ahh Nuts!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TIfqh-nFokI/AAAAAAAAB_M/NmWtpG4ObJA/s72-c/silk-pure-almond-milk-logo-blessings-abound-mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-3696465724459799392</id><published>2010-09-01T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:10:32.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey started Dance this morning. &amp;nbsp;We have been waiting for "Wednesday Morning" for like 3 weeks. &amp;nbsp;Bailey could NOT WAIT to put on her "swim suit" and tights and dance shoes, and shake her booty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;A friend directed me to Ruby Shoes Dance Studio, which is this tiny studio that a mom has put together for just little girls. &amp;nbsp;They dance around to Nursery Rhymes and pretend to be the different princesses. &amp;nbsp;Today they were Ariel, and they transformed from Mermaid to human and back again. &amp;nbsp;Bailey was in HEAVEN. Even though her attention span last a whole 30 minutes,.. she had lots of fun looking in the mirror and dancing in front of it, the rest of the time. &amp;nbsp;Miss Amber is so fun, and her objective for these young little girls is to just teach them to move their bodies, love music, and use their imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TH6kXBCSQqI/AAAAAAAAB-k/bMWksnmnUZ8/s1600/DSC_9380+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TH6kXBCSQqI/AAAAAAAAB-k/bMWksnmnUZ8/s640/DSC_9380+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TH6kbQkUa1I/AAAAAAAAB-s/GgJQMsGjU_E/s1600/DSC_9316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TH6kbQkUa1I/AAAAAAAAB-s/GgJQMsGjU_E/s640/DSC_9316.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TH6kdw0gBdI/AAAAAAAAB-0/CEgAQgZvNok/s1600/DSC_9357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TH6kdw0gBdI/AAAAAAAAB-0/CEgAQgZvNok/s640/DSC_9357.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TH6kf8rn5pI/AAAAAAAAB-8/NoXRnuwiyN0/s1600/DSC_9365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TH6kf8rn5pI/AAAAAAAAB-8/NoXRnuwiyN0/s640/DSC_9365.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TH6kkRUiZlI/AAAAAAAAB_E/CpELJfR9FRc/s1600/DSC_9331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TH6kkRUiZlI/AAAAAAAAB_E/CpELJfR9FRc/s640/DSC_9331.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-3696465724459799392?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3696465724459799392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=3696465724459799392' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3696465724459799392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3696465724459799392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/09/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TH6kXBCSQqI/AAAAAAAAB-k/bMWksnmnUZ8/s72-c/DSC_9380+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-6860915567118409786</id><published>2010-08-24T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:13:32.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens in Vegas,....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;umm,... should be repented of. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dis-like Vegas VERY much,.. and having it be 117 degrees solidified it. &amp;nbsp;Correct me if I'm wrong,.. but do people really go there and ENJOY it? &amp;nbsp;I mean really? &amp;nbsp;My eye balls need ripped from their sockets and sanitized in bleach, after a nice soak in hydrogen peroxide, &amp;nbsp;I SERIOUS. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But alas,.. there I was,.. chillin(actually sizzlin) like a mamma villin, &amp;nbsp;with the Spanish Foreign Exchange Students. &amp;nbsp;They were in HEAVEN(I assume Hell is deceitful just like Vegas). &amp;nbsp;After a long drive down trying to learn Spanish,.... well,.... the words that a 15 year old would think are funny to teach a poor innocent, mom. &amp;nbsp; But they thought I was pretty cool cause I let them listen to loud music, and it was Lady Gaga, which the LOVE. &amp;nbsp;They were pretty funny kids. &amp;nbsp;And I really miss them! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSXfuak6UI/AAAAAAAAB-c/X0v8ODPnsos/s1600/DSC_7694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSXfuak6UI/AAAAAAAAB-c/X0v8ODPnsos/s400/DSC_7694.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSWdckkBuI/AAAAAAAAB9c/swvU1JxVJAI/s1600/DSC_7637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSWdckkBuI/AAAAAAAAB9c/swvU1JxVJAI/s640/DSC_7637.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This dam sign is right before you enter Hoover Dam,.. the Dam weather, was dam hot, even the letters on this dam sign were melting off.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSWg_jr1QI/AAAAAAAAB9k/24liAcYGPhc/s1600/DSC_7734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSWg_jr1QI/AAAAAAAAB9k/24liAcYGPhc/s400/DSC_7734.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSWdckkBuI/AAAAAAAAB9c/swvU1JxVJAI/s1600/DSC_7637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSWmeGiLSI/AAAAAAAAB9s/8aiXj-XsoVA/s1600/DSC_7650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSWmeGiLSI/AAAAAAAAB9s/8aiXj-XsoVA/s640/DSC_7650.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSWthg_UFI/AAAAAAAAB90/_HetoD_9bks/s1600/DSC_7653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSWthg_UFI/AAAAAAAAB90/_HetoD_9bks/s640/DSC_7653.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSWzaQhcwI/AAAAAAAAB98/9Z2kunRxnp8/s1600/DSC_7658.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSWzaQhcwI/AAAAAAAAB98/9Z2kunRxnp8/s320/DSC_7658.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSW5ZBsaiI/AAAAAAAAB-E/VNu-RHjUNRE/s1600/DSC_7673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSW5ZBsaiI/AAAAAAAAB-E/VNu-RHjUNRE/s400/DSC_7673.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSW-4lK37I/AAAAAAAAB-M/WSCv-3ImJNo/s1600/DSC_7677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSW-4lK37I/AAAAAAAAB-M/WSCv-3ImJNo/s400/DSC_7677.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSW-4lK37I/AAAAAAAAB-M/WSCv-3ImJNo/s1600/DSC_7677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSXCgBXZaI/AAAAAAAAB-U/5zVH7m9rkXw/s1600/DSC_7726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSXCgBXZaI/AAAAAAAAB-U/5zVH7m9rkXw/s640/DSC_7726.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all,.. we had fun,.. but I do not care to ever go back to Hell. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-6860915567118409786?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6860915567118409786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=6860915567118409786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6860915567118409786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6860915567118409786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What Happens in Vegas,....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/THSXfuak6UI/AAAAAAAAB-c/X0v8ODPnsos/s72-c/DSC_7694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-7212606453184892419</id><published>2010-08-22T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:38:18.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one time</title><content type='html'>I was too busy to blog, or so I thought,... and now I am WAY behind on blogging, and it's a sad story cuz I don't want to bombard ya'll with blogs about my crazy life, but would like to write about them. One order of Big Fat Blog week at the Robbins' household,.... on it's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bleck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-7212606453184892419?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7212606453184892419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=7212606453184892419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7212606453184892419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7212606453184892419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-one-time.html' title='This one time'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-881021766498611250</id><published>2010-08-09T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:12:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Americana Activities</title><content type='html'>On July 3rd(Chloe's actual Birthday) We decided to head down to Provo and hang out at the Freedom Festival. &amp;nbsp;I love going to little Fair type things with the little shops. &amp;nbsp;I always find something to fall in love with, and also some cute ideas for things I want to make. &amp;nbsp;It was my first full day with Elena, and so off we went. &amp;nbsp;The highlight of the Festival was Bailey on this tampoline thingy. &amp;nbsp;She is a REALLY cautious kid, and so I didn't think she would like this very much. &amp;nbsp;She gets scared when I throw her over my shoulder like a sac-o-potatoes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TGA1xMLLmPI/AAAAAAAAB9A/iUwdBCrfK9o/s640/DSC_7111.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TGA116yoBsI/AAAAAAAAB9I/EzftyRd6D6w/s1600/DSC_7119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TGA116yoBsI/AAAAAAAAB9I/EzftyRd6D6w/s640/DSC_7119.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TGA1_m1-xSI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/EDWr8rH3hB0/s1600/DSC_7084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TGA1_m1-xSI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/EDWr8rH3hB0/s640/DSC_7084.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-881021766498611250?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/881021766498611250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=881021766498611250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/881021766498611250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/881021766498611250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/08/americana-activities.html' title='Americana Activities'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TGA1EoGgZlI/AAAAAAAAB8o/X3DmTClDqr8/s72-c/DSC_7010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-6362457386905080476</id><published>2010-08-05T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:36:13.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Elena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This should have come before the last post,.. but I wasn't thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway,..This is our Foreign Exchange Student Elena. &amp;nbsp;Really,.. she is my new little sister,.. and my girl's sister. &amp;nbsp;My girls fell head-over-heals, in love with her. &amp;nbsp;And so did I. &amp;nbsp;She was so sweet and so kind, and wonderful to have in our home. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people have asked me about it all, so here are my answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lady(my adopted mom in PG) that I know, was in charge of them coming here, and really spear headed the program and the activities this summer that they would be part of. &amp;nbsp;She asked me if we would be willing to take a student. &amp;nbsp;We thought about it, and decided it would be a fun way to get out and see things, and have fun,.... and it really was. &amp;nbsp;We did some things that we wouldn't have done other wise. &amp;nbsp;And with our really low key summer last summer, we wanted a good excuse to get out and have a blast. &amp;nbsp;Elena was a lot of fun, and spoke English amazingly well. &amp;nbsp;She was very polite, and played with my kids a lot. &amp;nbsp;We will do it again next summer if Elena comes, or if another student that came this year comes again. &amp;nbsp;Only because I have grown to know this group and really love them, (not that I wouldn't any different kids) &amp;nbsp;IF we do it again next summer it will be our last for a little while, as our child baring break will be over. &amp;nbsp;ANYWAY,.. what it boils down to, is we LOVED it. &amp;nbsp;But it is kinda difficult with little kids, and nap times. &amp;nbsp;My mom was a life saver and took my kids while I went and did. &amp;nbsp;She is amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Props to my mamma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFroMPTR1AI/AAAAAAAAB8A/IH9_KVPH7DE/s1600/DSC_8435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFroMPTR1AI/AAAAAAAAB8A/IH9_KVPH7DE/s640/DSC_8435.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were crying. &amp;nbsp;I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-6362457386905080476?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6362457386905080476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=6362457386905080476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6362457386905080476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6362457386905080476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/08/maria-elena.html' title='Maria Elena'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFroMPTR1AI/AAAAAAAAB8A/IH9_KVPH7DE/s72-c/DSC_8435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-2748857523966385878</id><published>2010-08-04T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:21:51.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Victory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't even begin to express the excitement buzzing around our house during the world cup. &amp;nbsp;With Spain in the running for the Cup, we planned a party with all the Spanish Exchange Students. &amp;nbsp;They were SOOO excited when they won,.. I was afraid they were going to demolish my house, and then trample my children and I. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alas, we survived,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFnZQwOY3sI/AAAAAAAAB7g/zJgTsw_eGB8/s1600/DSC_7521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFnZQwOY3sI/AAAAAAAAB7g/zJgTsw_eGB8/s640/DSC_7521.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFnZUzyxJPI/AAAAAAAAB7o/NSuhyRLC1KI/s1600/DSC_7525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFnZUzyxJPI/AAAAAAAAB7o/NSuhyRLC1KI/s640/DSC_7525.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFnZbG8tnNI/AAAAAAAAB7w/zc4SoXIuhmM/s1600/DSC_7530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFnZbG8tnNI/AAAAAAAAB7w/zc4SoXIuhmM/s640/DSC_7530.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFnZegcrBPI/AAAAAAAAB74/6KcpF7PCWGA/s1600/DSC_7538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="524" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFnZegcrBPI/AAAAAAAAB74/6KcpF7PCWGA/s640/DSC_7538.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Spain WON!!! ,.. and then they all ran down the street waiving their flag in victorious Spanish chants. &amp;nbsp;They were super funny and cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-2748857523966385878?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2748857523966385878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=2748857523966385878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2748857523966385878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2748857523966385878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/08/world-cup-victory.html' title='World Cup Victory!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFnZQwOY3sI/AAAAAAAAB7g/zJgTsw_eGB8/s72-c/DSC_7521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-4890036818334279931</id><published>2010-07-28T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:53:19.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bonanza</title><content type='html'>With Bailey and Chloe's Birthday only 4 days apart, I broke my vow, the very first year. &amp;nbsp;Vow being,.. "I will NEVER combine their Birthdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went all out,.. well,.. not really. &amp;nbsp;I didn't order jones sodas with their pictures on it, or have a caterer, or a face painter, or special order party invitations that are nicer than the ones I had made for my wedding(which were horrible). &amp;nbsp;I didn't make costumes for all the invited guests, or anything CRAZY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you would like to know someone THAT crazy,.. I can give you a link,... you might want it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I DID order a BOUNCE HOUSE SLIP N' SLIDE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBeibsecVI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/p6dn0hva9ts/s1600/DSC_7195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBeibsecVI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/p6dn0hva9ts/s640/DSC_7195.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally worth every penny!!! &amp;nbsp;We had such a blast! &amp;nbsp;I might make it a summer tradition!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a feast of world class cuisine hot dogs and hamburgers, and really gross Wal*Mart cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Chloe's home made cake that she seriously LOVED. &amp;nbsp; Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBeDQrO-fI/AAAAAAAAB5o/8lGQnHYegSs/s1600/DSC_7165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBeLOb3EFI/AAAAAAAAB54/bc5Aa9pBvUw/s400/DSC_7150.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBePmGfM0I/AAAAAAAAB6A/ag7Eozqg6WM/s1600/DSC_7260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBePmGfM0I/AAAAAAAAB6A/ag7Eozqg6WM/s400/DSC_7260.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBeW19jnRI/AAAAAAAAB6I/kbDj96hdEtU/s1600/DSC_7271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBeW19jnRI/AAAAAAAAB6I/kbDj96hdEtU/s400/DSC_7271.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBecSUTwyI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/T7eoFYLt3RU/s1600/DSC_7183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBecSUTwyI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/T7eoFYLt3RU/s400/DSC_7183.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBenOy_WiI/AAAAAAAAB6g/4kY_YrFEqoY/s1600/DSC_7309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBe9NZ1SMI/AAAAAAAAB7I/xJbnCrDxuf8/s640/DSC_7455.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBfCiUSlXI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/7aHj9yFnO6Q/s1600/DSC_7490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBfCiUSlXI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/7aHj9yFnO6Q/s400/DSC_7490.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBfGpBD9mI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/N7V4pxCag-Y/s1600/DSC_7504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBfGpBD9mI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/N7V4pxCag-Y/s400/DSC_7504.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chloe's face in that last pictures says it all!!! &amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday to my babies!! &amp;nbsp;Now stop growing up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-4890036818334279931?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4890036818334279931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=4890036818334279931' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4890036818334279931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4890036818334279931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-bonanza.html' title='Birthday Bonanza'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TFBeibsecVI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/p6dn0hva9ts/s72-c/DSC_7195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-609941354368236583</id><published>2010-07-23T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T13:54:47.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp/JLo Ain't Got nuttin on me</title><content type='html'>Girls Camp Rocked my socks. &amp;nbsp;I have a tesitmony of girls camp, and have really missed it every summer since they kicked me out of Young Womens. &amp;nbsp;Jerks. Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_INTXYjI/AAAAAAAAB4I/2IhZ2uYEjVY/s1600/DSC_6612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_INTXYjI/AAAAAAAAB4I/2IhZ2uYEjVY/s400/DSC_6612.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gnome-in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_INTXYjI/AAAAAAAAB4I/2IhZ2uYEjVY/s1600/DSC_6612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_NJBFx3I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/hgGt_73m8GQ/s1600/DSC_6642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_NJBFx3I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/hgGt_73m8GQ/s400/DSC_6642.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We played my very favorite camera game. &amp;nbsp;Horse Face. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I accidently spit on Chloe trying to demonstrate. &amp;nbsp;Sorry Chloe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_NJBFx3I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/hgGt_73m8GQ/s1600/DSC_6642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_StT6CgI/AAAAAAAAB4g/HqsfTzGVolI/s1600/DSC_6668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_StT6CgI/AAAAAAAAB4g/HqsfTzGVolI/s400/DSC_6668.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_StT6CgI/AAAAAAAAB4g/HqsfTzGVolI/s1600/DSC_6668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_UZUVQ6I/AAAAAAAAB4o/nNbGSKXu4HY/s1600/DSC_6683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_UZUVQ6I/AAAAAAAAB4o/nNbGSKXu4HY/s400/DSC_6683.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_XpZqNOI/AAAAAAAAB4w/75uLkojaqm4/s1600/DSC_6694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_XpZqNOI/AAAAAAAAB4w/75uLkojaqm4/s400/DSC_6694.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_ZFj6IsI/AAAAAAAAB44/GEbWugBia9U/s1600/DSC_6702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_ZFj6IsI/AAAAAAAAB44/GEbWugBia9U/s400/DSC_6702.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_bN-J8_I/AAAAAAAAB5A/fA0lwnQVqNg/s1600/DSC_6715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_bN-J8_I/AAAAAAAAB5A/fA0lwnQVqNg/s400/DSC_6715.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_jLCC_VI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/8v83ZptbjLo/s1600/DSC_6852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_jLCC_VI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/8v83ZptbjLo/s400/DSC_6852.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_K0fzNrI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/QBccrGCi5bk/s1600/DSC_6675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_K0fzNrI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/QBccrGCi5bk/s400/DSC_6675.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_oj2AZAI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/11EkfNEBuMQ/s1600/DSC_6944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_oj2AZAI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/11EkfNEBuMQ/s400/DSC_6944.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So,.. I really want to lose weight,.. and so I am having this picture printed and framed and nailed to the fridge. &amp;nbsp;And now that the rest of the world has seen it,.. I have more incentive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_c3875HI/AAAAAAAAB5I/GcRyo1nQ69Y/s1600/DSC_6809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_c3875HI/AAAAAAAAB5I/GcRyo1nQ69Y/s640/DSC_6809.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For real. &amp;nbsp;I'm totally ashamed. &amp;nbsp;But look how daring and adventurous I am!,.. I am totally trying to deflect,.. but let's be honest,.. how can you deflect off something THAT large. &amp;nbsp;JLo Ain't got Nuttin on me! &amp;nbsp;I think I will go for a run right now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-609941354368236583?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/609941354368236583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=609941354368236583' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/609941354368236583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/609941354368236583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-campjlo-aint-got-nuttin-on-me.html' title='Girls Camp/JLo Ain&apos;t Got nuttin on me'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEn_INTXYjI/AAAAAAAAB4I/2IhZ2uYEjVY/s72-c/DSC_6612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-2042945942426708593</id><published>2010-07-22T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T14:23:42.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July in Review</title><content type='html'>WOWZERZ.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't summer the BEST!?!? &amp;nbsp;There is no time to blog because you are too busy having a BLAST!?!? &amp;nbsp;There is no time to empty your pictures off your camera, so you just buy new memory sticks. &amp;nbsp;There is no time to watch T.V.(unless is has to do with a Bachelor and Bachelorette). &amp;nbsp;There is no time dilly dally on laundry, because you gotta hurry up and pack for the next adventure. &amp;nbsp;I haven't seen the inside of a grocery store in a LONG time(and my fridge proves it). (note to self&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{and you guys}&lt;/span&gt; more trips to the grocery store usually means less flabby all over my body). &amp;nbsp;No time for sunscreen, your feet are burning standing around.(ouch) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have we been busy? &amp;nbsp;Yes, yes we have. &amp;nbsp;Has it been GREAT. &amp;nbsp;Yes,.. yes indeed-ie. &amp;nbsp;Has my mom been life saver of AMERICA? &amp;nbsp;Definitely. &amp;nbsp;Do I deserve such an awesome mom, no,.. but MAN am I grateful for her. &amp;nbsp;Love you Mamma Cakes!{really,.. she is the one who has made me stay up to date with the laundry}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates to come:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We had another kid(well someone else had her, and raised her for 15 and a half years, and then sent her to us from Spain,....... for a month,.......and then we have to send her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Girls Camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hell,.. I mean Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Park City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-4th of July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Centerville&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Birthdays(Party time USA up in herrrrr{e}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Anniversary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the upcoming weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Youth Conference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-24th of July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Bear Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Montana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lazy Days spent pool-side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhhh,.. I DO NOT understand how I see this all relaxing,.. but I totally do. &amp;nbsp;MAN I love summer!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEi2eXuSF7I/AAAAAAAAB4A/aR_bhDy3oOw/s1600/DSC_7168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEi2eXuSF7I/AAAAAAAAB4A/aR_bhDy3oOw/s640/DSC_7168.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so do these guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-2042945942426708593?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2042945942426708593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=2042945942426708593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2042945942426708593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2042945942426708593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-in-review.html' title='July in Review'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TEi2eXuSF7I/AAAAAAAAB4A/aR_bhDy3oOw/s72-c/DSC_7168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1476900138127208312</id><published>2010-07-12T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:40:23.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup</title><content type='html'>I mean Catch-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and play a little catch up on things I found on my camera and phone that I had every intention of blogging before now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRYCE CANYON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the chance to go to beautiful Bryce Canyon with Peter's family a week weekends ago. &amp;nbsp;We had a lot of fun, made a lot of memories, and broke a few records,.. well,.. one at least,.. that being that it SNOWED while we were there,..... we went on June 11th. &amp;nbsp;CRAZY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dearest, Darlingest Little Baby Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You amaze me. &amp;nbsp;I truly love you so much! &amp;nbsp;You are the happiest baby on earth, which is fitting. &amp;nbsp;Your AMAZING eyes suck me in, and I can't help but smother you with hugs and kisses every time I look at you. &amp;nbsp;Your little smile with GIANT teeth makes my heart melt. &amp;nbsp;The rolls on your legs make me giggle like a wee little school girl. &amp;nbsp;Your speedy crawl and lack of desire to walk, insures to me that your Heavenly Father sent you to the right place(because I want you stay in this stage for just a little longer). I love that you have no fear of the water and you are a little fish out of water.(even though it scares me) I am blessed to be your mother. &amp;nbsp;One year ago today I sat holding you in my arms, scared to death you would be the last baby I would bare. &amp;nbsp;I held you on my chest for 12 straight hours, in tears. &amp;nbsp;I am so glad that you are mine, and I get to be your mommy. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for being so amazing, and for drawing me closer to the spirit and my Heavenly Father, and for loving me in return. &amp;nbsp;You are a daughter of God, He MADE you, He continues to bless you, He has allowed us to be together forever. &amp;nbsp;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Your Mamma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TDD8N-AxLzI/AAAAAAAAB1o/zawaVpGmBhI/s1600/DSC_1511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I'm sorry I won't get to put your princess panties on you and tell you that you are more beautiful than ANY Disney princess. I'm sorry I won't get to give you juice all day long, because that is how you survive. &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry I won't get to lay you down for your nap and read you however many books you want to read before you rest your beautiful head of silky blond hair on your princess pillow. &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry I won't get to come and get you when you wake up from your nap, and see your glowing face when I tell you, you get to go to the "Pirate Place" and have dinner with Spencer. &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry I won't be there when Captain Jack Sparrow comes and talks to you, and wishes you a Happy Birthday. &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry I won't get to help you blow out your Pirate Princess candles. &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry I won't get to pry you out of the beloved fantasy world of Pirate Paradise, bring you home, put on your pull-up, sing to you one more time, and kiss you off to your princess dreams of wishing on stars and marrying your prince in the temple. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so happy that I get to be your mommy. &amp;nbsp;I'm so happy that you are such a sweet girl, with a spicy attitude that puts people in their place. &amp;nbsp;I'm so happy that you want to grow up and go to the temple like Mommy and Daddy. &amp;nbsp;I'm so happy that you are such an amazing sister, who begs for Chloe to wake up so you can play. I'm so happy that you and Chloe are best friends and you laugh together all day long. &amp;nbsp;I'm so happy you help me do my make-up. &amp;nbsp;I'm so happy that you love your Daddy so much(it makes me feel good to know I did such a good job picking out a daddy for my babies!) &amp;nbsp;I'm so happy that you love all of your cousins so deeply. &amp;nbsp;I'm so happy that 3 years ago you came into my life, making me a mommy, and making me want to be better. &amp;nbsp;I'm so happy that you fill my world with magic and laughter, and life, and living, and make-believe. &amp;nbsp;I'm so happy I have such a beautiful, happy, cheerful, hug giving, kiss receiving, stinky breath telling girl to come pull me out of bed in the morning. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so happy I have you big girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love, Your Mommy forever, because of the temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-491992446126239318?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/491992446126239318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=491992446126239318' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/491992446126239318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/491992446126239318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/06/motherly-guilt.html' title='Motherly Guilt'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TCgbZouPx4I/AAAAAAAAB1A/Rr3_b6PlNTc/s72-c/DSCF0745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-3076577187100032705</id><published>2010-06-27T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:09:09.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People of Utah County Part 2:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Peter warned me that I shouldn't have too many posts like these or people will think I am being really judgmental, and I assured him that all of you already knew I was judgmental. Heeee heee,.. just kidding. &amp;nbsp;I just like to find the humor in life, and this is some of it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ain't no secreat that I am addicted to Dr. Pepper,.. and when I say addicted, I don't mean that lightly,... I really believe it is going to take a 12 step program to help cure me, with lots of relapses. &amp;nbsp;It's bad. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway,.. Late one night, I was feeling the need to fill my void with liquid love, as I call it. &amp;nbsp;Texaco and I are friends. &amp;nbsp;Patty at the drive through have some good conversations,.. I even thought I would give her a Christmas card this year. &amp;nbsp;Well the drive through was closed, which meant I actually had to GET OUT of my car. &amp;nbsp;So I walk in and there is a girl behind the counter that I had never seen there before,.. She was sitting on an empty, upside down, 5 gallon bucket, hunched over. &amp;nbsp;I filled my green 44oz cup, and walked up to the counter. &amp;nbsp; She looked up at me. &amp;nbsp;The shock of what she was doing set in, and I, in an almost comatose state looked at her like a deer the in the head lights. &amp;nbsp;My whole body frozen. &amp;nbsp; I looked her in the eye,.. even though one was wondering, and the other met my stare, she spoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The worst words my ears could hear. (with-in reason)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"This is the worst IN-GROWN TOE NAIL I have ever had. I've been picking at it for hours."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh goodness,.. I wanted to throw my Dr. Pepper and barf all over my self. &amp;nbsp;Serious, I can't stand feet,.. and the part of the foot I can't bare to even talk of, is the toes. &amp;nbsp;Gross. &amp;nbsp;Ewe. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to go take a shower and brush my teeth now that I have shared these stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gahdshdljadjshflajshdfljahdfg(That is me shivering.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TCfLdHkKWqI/AAAAAAAAB04/6fnnLSjwVkA/s1600/crazy_eyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TCfLdHkKWqI/AAAAAAAAB04/6fnnLSjwVkA/s320/crazy_eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is who I think of when I see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. very little of this post has to do with the eye thing,.. it's purely the foot thing really,.. the eye thing is just an added bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-3076577187100032705?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3076577187100032705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=3076577187100032705' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3076577187100032705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3076577187100032705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/06/people-of-utah-county-part-2.html' title='People of Utah County Part 2:'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TCfLdHkKWqI/AAAAAAAAB04/6fnnLSjwVkA/s72-c/crazy_eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1895626851079960001</id><published>2010-06-21T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:34:04.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random People of Utah County: Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day, in a moment when I pulled into my parking spot at Costco, and stared straight ahead, thinking to my self,........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Do I dare open the door and go into this store, fully knowing that both of my children are WAY past tired and so am I."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just decided to sit there and stare. &amp;nbsp;And then I thought,.. &amp;nbsp;I should totally blog. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But about what!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then a black Lexus filled the parking space in front of me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a lady. &amp;nbsp;Who was probably in her early 70's, I'd say. &amp;nbsp; She was wearing FAR too much eyeliner, and I'm pretty sure she just used her eye line for her lip liner, because that was ALSO very dark and thick, with no other lip color. &amp;nbsp;I thought, how strange. &amp;nbsp;Does she really look in the mirror after she is done applying her make-up and say,.. "Dang, I look hot" &amp;nbsp;(cause that's what I do,... and then I make Bailey re-affirm my hotness by asking her how I look, and she replies,.. "Dat's hot mom". &amp;nbsp;She comes by it naturally, I didn't teach it to her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*(if you would like to feel good about your self teach your 2 year old to compliment you in non traditional phrases,.. it's AWESOME)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANYWAY,... I already thought she was odd,.. and then it got better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her cat crawled into her lap. &amp;nbsp;It was one of these cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TB_L62aVKWI/AAAAAAAAB0w/aKTmu8d0jIQ/s1600/hairless_cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TB_L62aVKWI/AAAAAAAAB0w/aKTmu8d0jIQ/s400/hairless_cat.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Which I find revolting in and of it's self. &amp;nbsp;When I think of animal lovers I picture them loving the soft, cuddly animal that wants to snuggle,.. not something skinny, bone-y and hairless!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT THEN,..... before this lady could depart from her beloved cat,.. they first needed to embrace in a saliva exchanging, tongues meeting, face licking, passionate kiss. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M SERIOUS,.. she was TOTALLY making out with her cat/thing. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BARF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SICK. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NASTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now I understand her make-up a little better,.. her cat was the one telling her she looked good,.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1895626851079960001?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1895626851079960001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1895626851079960001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1895626851079960001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1895626851079960001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-people-of-utah-county-part-one.html' title='Random People of Utah County: Part One'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TB_L62aVKWI/AAAAAAAAB0w/aKTmu8d0jIQ/s72-c/hairless_cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8199720054166835907</id><published>2010-06-13T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:05:29.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Planter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Jerk Face that stole my brand new planter from the front of my house while I was gone this weekend,........ &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will hunt you down,...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and cut you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I will call your mother and tell her about how big of a disappointment you are to society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I will take you to a tattoo parlor, and instead of letting you pick out your own tat,.. I will have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEIF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;written on your forehead,.. misspelled, and in beautiful calligraphy,.. just to throw people off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You weiner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, The Owner of beloved Planter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8199720054166835907?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8199720054166835907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8199720054166835907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8199720054166835907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8199720054166835907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-planter.html' title='My Planter'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-4056075503127435591</id><published>2010-06-09T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:05:52.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day &amp; A Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memorial Day was fun,.. We love spending time with Peter's Family at Spring Haven. &amp;nbsp;It's always a blast when everyone gets together. &amp;nbsp;Catch Phrase at midnight is bound to produce side-splitting, pant wetting(NOT ME THIS TIME!!!!) laughter, espically when people are talking/singing jibberish and trying to despratly to give clues to something, NONE of us have ever heard, or just plain skipping the ovbious clues and instead opting for a song. &amp;nbsp;I am lame and took like 2 pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TBBHguXIcAI/AAAAAAAABz4/qmRgTTyvVkI/s1600/DSC_6311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TBBHguXIcAI/AAAAAAAABz4/qmRgTTyvVkI/s640/DSC_6311.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a cute Grandpa with his little grand baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next weekend we were able to go to Riley's wedding. &amp;nbsp;Riley is Peter's cousin,.. and best friend. &amp;nbsp;Peter's buddies from College(and High School) are really awesome, and happened to marry AWESOME women, and we all really like each other. &amp;nbsp;I think it's amazing. &amp;nbsp;So thanks Peter for having awesome friends,.. and thanks awesome friends for waiting for my stamp of approval on your chickas!!! &amp;nbsp;;) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TBBHjMIkZLI/AAAAAAAAB0A/oaA9BQbK91Q/s1600/DSC_6357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TBBHjMIkZLI/AAAAAAAAB0A/oaA9BQbK91Q/s640/DSC_6357.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TBBHnC9IoyI/AAAAAAAAB0I/1uIWiIOhaWM/s1600/DSC_6329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TBBHnC9IoyI/AAAAAAAAB0I/1uIWiIOhaWM/s640/DSC_6329.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TBBHqHEhThI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/mTbDVBl9ql0/s1600/DSC_6347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TBBHqHEhThI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/mTbDVBl9ql0/s640/DSC_6347.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TBBHtQ3S6FI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/QAlYU46A50M/s1600/DSC_6354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TBBHtQ3S6FI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/QAlYU46A50M/s640/DSC_6354.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't my in-laws stylin'!?!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. &amp;nbsp;They are as cool as they look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-4056075503127435591?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4056075503127435591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=4056075503127435591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4056075503127435591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4056075503127435591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day-wedding.html' title='Memorial Day &amp; A Wedding'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TBBHguXIcAI/AAAAAAAABz4/qmRgTTyvVkI/s72-c/DSC_6311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-3489054346425206898</id><published>2010-05-28T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:51:12.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got my kiddos pictures taken by the ever AMAZING Tiffany. &amp;nbsp;I will just say this,.. when I first laid eyes on these pictures,.. I burst into tears right in the middle of the Denver International Airport. :D &amp;nbsp;Tiffany has mad skills,.. but she also had amazing props to work with. &amp;nbsp;It's official,.. my kids are EXQUISITE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANdJycW2I/AAAAAAAABy4/S-ZdraonjQ4/s1600/FH020018+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANdJycW2I/AAAAAAAABy4/S-ZdraonjQ4/s640/FH020018+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANj9QQexI/AAAAAAAABzA/5SPcj_jMAyg/s1600/FH030032+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANj9QQexI/AAAAAAAABzA/5SPcj_jMAyg/s640/FH030032+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANrex3wcI/AAAAAAAABzQ/M9rF4eBmRlY/s1600/FH040003+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANrex3wcI/AAAAAAAABzQ/M9rF4eBmRlY/s640/FH040003+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANvcp2AYI/AAAAAAAABzY/69-5QNb5t9c/s1600/FH060024+copy-bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANvcp2AYI/AAAAAAAABzY/69-5QNb5t9c/s640/FH060024+copy-bw.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAAOPrb_EDI/AAAAAAAABzg/uFEOlV4Bycs/s1600/FH080029+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAAOPrb_EDI/AAAAAAAABzg/uFEOlV4Bycs/s640/FH080029+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAAOZLuWqFI/AAAAAAAABzo/tHY_8TLVE_I/s1600/Picnik+collage4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAAOZLuWqFI/AAAAAAAABzo/tHY_8TLVE_I/s640/Picnik+collage4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAAOptRWydI/AAAAAAAABzw/9S7Tp7gpcCw/s1600/FH330020+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAAOptRWydI/AAAAAAAABzw/9S7Tp7gpcCw/s640/FH330020+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANZHYHpjI/AAAAAAAAByw/8u554MpQCos/s1600/FH010016+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANZHYHpjI/AAAAAAAAByw/8u554MpQCos/s640/FH010016+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANUDfviQI/AAAAAAAAByo/eUlcUiUy9Gw/s1600/FH000039+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANUDfviQI/AAAAAAAAByo/eUlcUiUy9Gw/s640/FH000039+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm obsessed with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I should go to Rehab over the obsession. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-3489054346425206898?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3489054346425206898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=3489054346425206898' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3489054346425206898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3489054346425206898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/TAANdJycW2I/AAAAAAAABy4/S-ZdraonjQ4/s72-c/FH020018+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-26312624978213795</id><published>2010-05-23T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:33:27.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway to Heaven</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! This is Pete. I know you usually tune in to read Amanda's posts, and I know she blogs like 100 times better than I do, but I saw somthing yesterday that I just had to share with you all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went to a family reunion up at Kelly's Grove in Springville. On our way back to Pleasant Grove on the freeway, we were just talking and enjoying the fact that we didn't have to be anywhere (except home for naps) for the rest of the day. As we neared Provo, I looked over and saw the following picture. At first, nothing sparked my interest, but about 5 seconds later, I looked back and realized what it was a picture of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474617081658181922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-9IbHEDmCs4/S_m_OuGFiSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fo9tidyVjyM/s400/DSC_6221.jpg" /&gt; That's right people. That is a picture of exactly what you think it is; a motorcycle hearse (or at least an ad for one - I imagine that the hearse trailer thingy is inside there.) So yes, in case you were wondering if you had options when you die as to how you will be transported from viewing to grave, you do! I personally have decided that this is the way to go for sure. If you really like motorcycles (and hopefully, a motorcycle wasn't the cause of you becoming a customer) this is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we pulled up alongside the trailer I realized there was another picture on the side that I also couldn't pass up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474626891789385778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-9IbHEDmCs4/S_nIJvroQDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_a0hDOmYHEQ/s400/DSC_6224.jpg" /&gt;We also took a look at their website &lt;a href="http://www.lastryde.com/"&gt;http://www.lastryde.com/&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda says I'm not allowed to use them for myself, but the way I figure it, she always says she has to be the one to die first, so not only will I use it for me, but I will also use it for her. We could totally make it classy and in good taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wouldn't want one last ride?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-26312624978213795?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/26312624978213795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=26312624978213795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/26312624978213795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/26312624978213795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/05/highway-to-heaven.html' title='Highway to Heaven'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13776050853112673114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-9IbHEDmCs4/SfX18aGqFSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Vz3OVeaJuTM/S220/clown2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-9IbHEDmCs4/S_m_OuGFiSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fo9tidyVjyM/s72-c/DSC_6221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-7490665516240919498</id><published>2010-05-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:14:13.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Piss(ed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you have all been just DYING,... waiting to hear this story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is from a few weeks ago, on my way to Florida.&amp;nbsp; I had a layover in Phoenix, and then went from Phoenix to Orlando.&amp;nbsp; Chloe was an ANGEL!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm serious.&amp;nbsp; She is just the best baby on the planet, fo real!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe will stare at you, until you acknowledge her, and when you do, you may get one of a few things,.. she may shy away and snuggle me(my favorite,.. for me),.. you might get a wave and "hiiiiiiiiii" from her,.. you may get the squishy face, in which she squishes her nose and bares her cute little(giant) teeth.&amp;nbsp; {Yumm I love her}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S_dnrZtuasI/AAAAAAAAByg/bChMBCL2Lic/s1600/FH060024+copy-bw%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S_dnrZtuasI/AAAAAAAAByg/bChMBCL2Lic/s640/FH060024+copy-bw%5B1%5D.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{How can you not GUSH over this!?}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we run from one plane to connect on the next one, and hop right on.&amp;nbsp; I waited to be last, on purpose because I like to be the last one on the plane,.. I also wanted to move seats so that there would be an empty seat for Chloe.. so it all worked out.. and I was stoked to have an empty seat for Chloe to sit and play with her toys and lay down when she wanted to sleep.&amp;nbsp; So I get to my seat and someone helped me get my bag in the over head.. I look down and the isle seat has a lady sitting in it.&amp;nbsp; So I say "excuse me.. those are our seats, could we get in"&amp;nbsp;{I was super nice BTW}&amp;nbsp; and she IMMEDIATELY gets all huffy and moves, but wasn't happy about it.&amp;nbsp; Did she think that she had chartered a private jet and all these people were a surprise or something?,.. like did you really sit in the isle seat thinking that no one was going to sit in the other two seats?&amp;nbsp; For real!?&amp;nbsp; Anyway,.. we sit down and get all situated... Chloe was sitting in the middle seat, and me by the window.&amp;nbsp; Chloe was just as happy as a can be, playing.&amp;nbsp; We start to take off, and I notice her bag wiggling,.. no worries,.... she totally had her dog with her.&amp;nbsp; I am no lover of dogs,.. I don't hate them,.. I just don't really like them,.. and I have a slight allergy to them{awesome}.&amp;nbsp; So we get in the air and she turns to me, and in a SUPER rude voice, says,.. "Did you buy this seat in the middle?"&amp;nbsp; And I said,.. no,.. I asked the Flight Attendant if we could be seated somewhere where my daughter could have a seat.&amp;nbsp; She rolled her eyes and looked away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-whatever-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So then she pulls out all these papers, and I conclude that she is an English teacher at some level,.. whether it's high school, or college, I don't know,.. but she gets ALL sorts of ticked off that she can't find her pen,.. and then when she finally did find it,.. it didn't work. which made her more angry at the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well,.. she gets up to go to the bathroom or something,.. and so I figured while she was up,.. I would get up and change Chloe, and get her a bottle, and all ready to take a nap.&amp;nbsp; So I come back and this lady had taken her dog out,.. and sat it on Chloe's seat,.. and her computer and papers were on my seat, and when I tapped her shoulder to ask to let us back in,.. she looked up at me and paused,,.... and then rolled her eyes,.. and started moving her stuff,.. but what the heck was she thinking?&amp;nbsp; We walked off the plane to take a pee?!?&amp;nbsp; Like we weren't coming back to our stuff or anything?!?&amp;nbsp; dummy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just kept thinking,.. "Man,.. who peed in your soggy cheerios this morning!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sat Chloe back down and she was just happy playing with her rings, and patting her legs with them,.. Well that got boring,..so then she started hitting the arm rest with them.&amp;nbsp; {tee hee}&amp;nbsp; and OH MY WORD,.. I thought this lady was going to DIE,.. I'm not kidding,.. she started pulling on her hair, and kept gasping and saying the lords name in vain,.. it was like it was the worst thing that could ever happen, in the history of the world, times 10.&amp;nbsp; At this point I was getting a good laugh out of it all,.. she was totally obnoxious.&amp;nbsp; Well,..I looked over just in time to see Chloe grab her arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;END OF THE UNIVERSE,........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She literally JUMPED out of her seat as if Chloe had some infectious disease{she does,.. it's called happiness} and she scowled at me and said "Please!!! Don't,.. just DON"T touch me!!!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YIKES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So she puts her ear buds in and turned her music all the way up and started jammin out!&amp;nbsp; And by that I mean,.. full on singing,.. I believe the line was something like "tears of change" somepin, somepin.&amp;nbsp; I'm not kidding when I tell you that Chloe can sing better than her.&amp;nbsp; It was AWFUL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Chloe was getting tired, and cranky, and so I was snuggling her.&amp;nbsp; She wanted her crib, and some alone, quiet time,.. and so she cried.&amp;nbsp; She cried for probably 10 minutes.&amp;nbsp; And then ZONKED.&amp;nbsp; All the while, Miss Piss, was FREAKING out,.. including, literally pulling her hair, and throwing her hands in the air,.. and yelling things that were just obnoxious,...... but hilarious to me.&amp;nbsp; I really started laughing her her poor sap of a shell of an actual human.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Chloe and I drift off into DisneyWorld dream land and I woke up and looked over at Miss Piss, and she has got her whole hand,.. FULL ON,.. down her pants,... and when I say full on,.. I mean Forearm and down,.. completely down her pants,.. scratchin like there was no tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; SICK!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; BARF!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; VOMIT ALL OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was one person who was nice on the plane,.. she was playing peek-a-boo with Chloe. {thank you nice lady}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So,.. when the pilot came on and said that we would be landing soon, Miss Piss, was thanking the Lord,.. I don't know why,.. I'm pretty sure that it was the pilot we should be thanking,.. but I chimed right in and said "I know,.. this flight has been awful,....... but only because you were on it,.. you were SO rude."&amp;nbsp; Teee hee!!&amp;nbsp; She got all huffy and was petting her dog.&amp;nbsp; I SO wanted to say,.. at least you found someone to love you,.. too bad it has 4 legs and can't speak,..licks it's butt, and THEN kisses you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention that I had a wonderfully working pen this whole time!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-ugly-lady-at-maceys.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;{Im pretty sure Miss Piss is one of Ugly Lady from Macey's daughter!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{^that's a link for the Ugly Lady Story^}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-7490665516240919498?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7490665516240919498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=7490665516240919498' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7490665516240919498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7490665516240919498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/05/relatives.html' title='Miss Piss(ed)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S_dnrZtuasI/AAAAAAAAByg/bChMBCL2Lic/s72-c/FH060024+copy-bw%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8597999204934300331</id><published>2010-05-15T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:41:13.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we were at DisneyWorld, I decided we had traveled all that way, and didn't have super long time there and so the last thing I wanted to do was wait in 20 lines for hours on end, just to get a picture with Bailey's beloved princesses. So I forked over my spare body parts to pay for a dinner with all the Disney Princesses. It was SOOOOO fun,.. and worth the kidney and part of my liver. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Cinderella{Bailey} and I got there, there were lots of other little princesses roaming around waiting to be seated also. So Bailey magically turned into little miss social butterfly and was talking to all the other little princesses. It was really cute. She kept asking them if they were there to eat dinner with the "pincesses" too,.. and when they said yes, she invited them to eat dinner with us. Then would turn around and ask me if she could give her new friends "pincess kisses" {Which are our kisses when we are playing princesses} I told her that probably wasn't a good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470864020392484306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xp1zX1ndI/AAAAAAAAByQ/RRMxKWgnfyk/s400/DSC_6039.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xpQoLGijI/AAAAAAAABxQ/lbidMMcXt1Y/s1600/DSC_6035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470863381731117618" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xpQoLGijI/AAAAAAAABxQ/lbidMMcXt1Y/s400/DSC_6035.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 264px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They called us to be seated and when we walked in Bell was there to greet us. Bailey was SOOOO excited. She was totally star stuck and couldn't talk, until it was time to say good-bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470864013858313986" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xp1bB-FwI/AAAAAAAAByI/VH67MCM6slk/s400/DSC_6040.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 264px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to our seats, and soon enough, the rest of the princesses started to come our way, one by one. They would come to our table and talk to us for a few minutes and then pose for pictures. Bailey didn't have a whole lot to say to most of them, but when Ariel came around she was dying to know "Mermaid, where yous fins!?" I got a good laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About half way through the princess parade, we started getting visitors at our table. Bailey's new friends from outside the restaurant decided they really liked her and wanted to come sit with us at our table. One of them even cut her birthday cake at our table. I didn't know what to do,.. I'm sure their parents didn't really like it,.. but I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{I didn't know I would be dealing with popularity at such a young age! And I don't want my kids to be popular!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xp0_SA21I/AAAAAAAAByA/Dbdykout57w/s1600/DSC_6053.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470864006409411410" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xp0_SA21I/AAAAAAAAByA/Dbdykout57w/s400/DSC_6053.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xp0TCOg2I/AAAAAAAABx4/G0E0TjXcInU/s1600/DSC_6057.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470863994532037474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xp0TCOg2I/AAAAAAAABx4/G0E0TjXcInU/s400/DSC_6057.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xpS_NjybI/AAAAAAAABxw/slUR3pvGouA/s1600/DSC_6062.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470863422275176882" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xpS_NjybI/AAAAAAAABxw/slUR3pvGouA/s400/DSC_6062.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xpSF1HJnI/AAAAAAAABxo/i_b4272bz9I/s1600/DSC_6066.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470863406871815794" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xpSF1HJnI/AAAAAAAABxo/i_b4272bz9I/s400/DSC_6066.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xpRi5Hb7I/AAAAAAAABxg/w8zB44UnFX0/s1600/DSC_6056.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="422" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470863397493370802" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xpRi5Hb7I/AAAAAAAABxg/w8zB44UnFX0/s640/DSC_6056.jpg" style="display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xpRN0Lg5I/AAAAAAAABxY/TEjVhcWmPb0/s1600/DSC_6051.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470863391835521938" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xpRN0Lg5I/AAAAAAAABxY/TEjVhcWmPb0/s400/DSC_6051.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xpQoLGijI/AAAAAAAABxQ/lbidMMcXt1Y/s1600/DSC_6035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{On our next edition of The Robbins Family Chronicles,... I'm pretty sure Ugly Lady from Macey's sat next to us on our plane!!! Story coming next!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8597999204934300331?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8597999204934300331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8597999204934300331' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8597999204934300331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8597999204934300331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/05/princess-dinner.html' title='Princess Dinner'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xp1zX1ndI/AAAAAAAAByQ/RRMxKWgnfyk/s72-c/DSC_6039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1343827510414484618</id><published>2010-05-13T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:50:51.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DisneyWorld</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a BLAST on our trip! We loved seeing all the characters, and enjoyed our time together as a family!!! I love our little family,.. we know how to have fun! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xkGnN4QkI/AAAAAAAABwQ/XnZMMF-GmW4/s1600/DSC_6164.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xkGnN4QkI/AAAAAAAABwQ/XnZMMF-GmW4/s1600/DSC_6164.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="422" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470857712117498434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xkGnN4QkI/AAAAAAAABwQ/XnZMMF-GmW4/s640/DSC_6164.jpg" style="display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; width: 400px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xkGJ8GCLI/AAAAAAAABwI/CqmN6xa4DhQ/s1600/DSC_6018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470857704258275506" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xkGJ8GCLI/AAAAAAAABwI/CqmN6xa4DhQ/s400/DSC_6018.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 264px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What {almost} 3 year old cries at Cinderella's castle!? Crazy kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xjqKoDwAI/AAAAAAAABv4/2n2iBLZ_nKU/s1600/DSC_5919.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470857223406338050" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xjqKoDwAI/AAAAAAAABv4/2n2iBLZ_nKU/s400/DSC_5919.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 264px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We even got to spend some fun time with Grandma Robbins, and Aunt Mary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xjpedtvwI/AAAAAAAABvw/towJtE-4WlQ/s1600/DSC_5989.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470857211551792898" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xjpedtvwI/AAAAAAAABvw/towJtE-4WlQ/s400/DSC_5989.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 264px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Epcot was,.. well,.. it was what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xjo4MVrWI/AAAAAAAABvo/JyHwrqqkJtw/s1600/DSC_5957.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470857201278365026" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xjo4MVrWI/AAAAAAAABvo/JyHwrqqkJtw/s400/DSC_5957.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xjoUTEUGI/AAAAAAAABvg/Ev6ytQ3UQ-o/s1600/DSC_5935.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="422" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470857191642910818" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xjoUTEUGI/AAAAAAAABvg/Ev6ytQ3UQ-o/s640/DSC_5935.jpg" style="display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I love this picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xjn4Tt23I/AAAAAAAABvY/ldwnjwp0qmk/s1600/DSC_5906.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470857184129440626" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xjn4Tt23I/AAAAAAAABvY/ldwnjwp0qmk/s400/DSC_5906.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 264px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big highlight of our trip was that we got to go see Mo and Christian. We miss them tons,.. really,.. we love them a whole lot!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xkIFwf3FI/AAAAAAAABwg/kanhc-oenrU/s1600/DSC_6197.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470857737495632978" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xkIFwf3FI/AAAAAAAABwg/kanhc-oenrU/s400/DSC_6197.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 264px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xkHf2AgZI/AAAAAAAABwY/jzKeAyj1gIQ/s1600/DSC_6201.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470857727318196626" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xkHf2AgZI/AAAAAAAABwY/jzKeAyj1gIQ/s400/DSC_6201.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't our kids cute! Chloe and Will made a connection, I'm sure of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1343827510414484618?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1343827510414484618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1343827510414484618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1343827510414484618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1343827510414484618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/05/disneyworld.html' title='DisneyWorld'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S-xkGnN4QkI/AAAAAAAABwQ/XnZMMF-GmW4/s72-c/DSC_6164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-7412698921650248916</id><published>2010-05-01T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:09:44.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craptastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am pretty sure that my brain and Chloe's placenta were attached and when the placenta came out,.. it took my brain with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday started out pretty great,.. nothing too exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey didn't pee ALL day, but kept telling me she needed to pee.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amanda{super awesome sister-in-law} and I planned a way sweet picnic and day at the park,.. well as soon as we get there and start playing,.. Bailey pees her pants.  grrrrr.  Then on my way home with a naked SCREAMING child in my back seat, I realized,.. Bailey was showing all the classic signs of a UTI,.. something her mamma is far too familiar with.  So I call the pediatrician, got the girls home and in bed for naps before the actual appointment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amanda called me and offered to come stay with Chloe so I could take Bailey to the doctor.  In an effort to save time and be in a hurry to get back so we could all play,.. I hop in the car,.... push the garage door open button,.. put the car in reverse and gun it.  {I was in a hurry, remember!?}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember how Amanda came to my house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; That usually involves driving a car,.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which usually involves parking said car,.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and usually in a driveway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9zq86_OJXI/AAAAAAAABu8/zjx85EtSG9w/s400/DSC_5769.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466502380068414834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9zrCkbEfEI/AAAAAAAABvE/UyvZ6AaNvh8/s400/DSC_5770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466502477090421826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{bailey did in fact have a UTI, and did in fact had to be catheterized to give a sample,.. which did in fact completely RUIN my day}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So in an effort to feel better,.. Monday we leave for HERE!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9zsKPUfpGI/AAAAAAAABvM/9GqF23uWt8I/s1600/disney_world.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9zsKPUfpGI/AAAAAAAABvM/9GqF23uWt8I/s400/disney_world.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466503708376278114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{and don't try and come rob my house, someone is here! punks!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-7412698921650248916?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7412698921650248916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=7412698921650248916' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7412698921650248916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7412698921650248916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/05/craptastic.html' title='Craptastic'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9zq86_OJXI/AAAAAAAABu8/zjx85EtSG9w/s72-c/DSC_5769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-506433832730099024</id><published>2010-04-22T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:39:45.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Lip(s) Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Tulip Festival, but before we left, I asked Bailey to go get her shoes out of my bathroom, and this is what she brought me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CF8rPPRII/AAAAAAAABuk/A00ad8Ygm-0/s1600/DSC_5552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CF8rPPRII/AAAAAAAABuk/A00ad8Ygm-0/s400/DSC_5552.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463013625445696642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I laughed for like 10 minutes and she just had no idea what was so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CFfRr7wRI/AAAAAAAABuM/bP5Wc9lUo44/s400/DSC_5546_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463013120370524434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe waiving bye-bye,.. or maybe it's Hi,.. either way,.. it's WAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CFvQPVEMI/AAAAAAAABuc/6JGubXZNPlo/s1600/DSC_5553.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CFvQPVEMI/AAAAAAAABuc/6JGubXZNPlo/s1600/DSC_5553.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CFvQPVEMI/AAAAAAAABuc/6JGubXZNPlo/s400/DSC_5553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463013394860019906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And MAN did I have fun doing Bailey's hair!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CFnPWNxgI/AAAAAAAABuU/RFm6uZ1-0yI/s1600/DSC_5557_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CFnPWNxgI/AAAAAAAABuU/RFm6uZ1-0yI/s400/DSC_5557_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463013257181513218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The annual kissing cousins picture, that hopefully will stop being an annual tradition because after a few more years, this will be REALLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inappropriate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CFefklnKI/AAAAAAAABuE/gqVFou4emNU/s1600/DSC_5605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CFefklnKI/AAAAAAAABuE/gqVFou4emNU/s400/DSC_5605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463013106917940386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smudge&lt;/span&gt; on the camera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lens&lt;/span&gt; makes for sweet pictures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CFdnfxK2I/AAAAAAAABt8/7U5VFhmR2fY/s1600/DSC_5611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CFdnfxK2I/AAAAAAAABt8/7U5VFhmR2fY/s400/DSC_5611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463013091865340770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man,.. I love these two.  They are a RIOT these days.  Chloe is totally crawling(army style) and she is going to keep me on my toes for a few years, and although Bailey is getting bigger, her attitude is too,.. I didn't think it was possible.  Is it bad that I tell my kids, "It's a good thing they are super cute"?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-506433832730099024?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/506433832730099024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=506433832730099024' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/506433832730099024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/506433832730099024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-lips-festival.html' title='Two-Lip(s) Festival'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S9CF8rPPRII/AAAAAAAABuk/A00ad8Ygm-0/s72-c/DSC_5552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1337668752354168867</id><published>2010-04-16T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:21:25.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 finger discount</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S8lFPb6hBAI/AAAAAAAABt0/DCrtBq9i--c/s1600/shoplifting-pic-dr-906736505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S8lFPb6hBAI/AAAAAAAABt0/DCrtBq9i--c/s400/shoplifting-pic-dr-906736505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460972154656982018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night Peter had a little church meeting at our house, and I didn't want to be in the way, so we went and ran some errands.  DI, and then to Roberts.  Well I was taking my sweet time, and wondering up and down the isles, Bailey was having a BLAST in the kids crafts section, and I was antsy to see other stuff and dream up some good projects.  So a wondering we went.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I kept hearing this mom yelling at her kids,.. really not nice,.. horrible things.  Which made me look,.... and call me all Judgy and stuff,.. but she was a TOTAL Meth Head,.. rotten teeth and all. (just trust me on this one) So then I was REALLY watching her,.. mostly her kids,.. cause they were interacting with my kids and it kinda freaked me out a little.   So I hear plastic bags ruffling around and the whole situation just really left a yucky feeling in the bottomLESS pit of my chubby tummy.  So I grabbed Bailey, put her IN my cart and kinda hid out, until this chick passes me, I looked in her cart and could see a Kricket Machine covered in a K-Mart bag,.... then my heart started really racing, and I KNEW this lady was shop lifting,.. so I am walking behind her towards the front of the store,..... On our left,.. a cashier with her back to us, and then a Manager walks RIGHT in front of this chick, looks at her with a questioning eye, and turns to open a door.  As soon as she turned to open the door, Meth-Mamma BOOKS it for the front door,.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am watching all of this from behind,.. I saw Meth-Mamma's head follow the Manager and when she thought she was in the clear, B-lined it for the door.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FREAK OUT! and start running and screaming,.. SHE'S SHOPLIFTING A KRICKET!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The manager chases her down before she got through the second set of doors, and asks to see her receipt.  I kinda calmed down and went to check out, and am Eves-dropping and her her TOTAL B.S. story about how she had talked to some other employee, and the Mangaer was like,.. ummm,.. it's just us 3 here, and none of us talked to you.   Well I am walking out by now and turn and said,.. "Would you like me to interject here?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Manager was like,.. "Yeah!" So I continue,....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I totally saw you stuffing that K-Mart Bag over this Machine,.... what do you think you are doing?  You are showing EVERY Classic sign of shoplifting,.... I heard you yelling at your kids, and at your mom that you needed help with this, and you are TOTALLY making up this story about how you are exchanging this,.. it's pretty clear cut to all of us you are trying to steal this." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Meth-Mamma tries to interject-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-OH NO SHE DIDN'T!- snap snap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I really went off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Who do you think you are?  Why would you think for one second it would be okay to walk into this store and pick something worth $400(I don't really know how much they are,.. except for I can't afford it!)  and walk out with it,.. WITH your kids!?  What a winner!  It's people like you, that make people like me, not be able to afford these things, or make it so difficult to return something I actually paid for, that I don't buy it!!  This is ridiculous! Your Story is fishy, your face is fishy,...who do you think you are!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the store manager asked me if I saw her actually put it in her cart,......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No,.. I had not.  (I wish I had lied)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The manager said,.. there is nothing I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meth-Mamma walks out with a FREE Kricket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for THAT!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frustration on SO many levels.  GRRRRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1337668752354168867?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1337668752354168867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1337668752354168867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1337668752354168867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1337668752354168867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-finger-discount.html' title='5 finger discount'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S8lFPb6hBAI/AAAAAAAABt0/DCrtBq9i--c/s72-c/shoplifting-pic-dr-906736505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-6760452295610324930</id><published>2010-04-10T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:00:36.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a typical Friday Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you are DYING to know what I did Friday Night,.. and I guess I will tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It started with the ever exciting Scrubbing of toilets, and floors, and baseboards,.. (I have caught a tinge of Spring Cleaning up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;herrr&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around 10, as I was about to start scrubbing the wood floors on my hands and knees, I get a text from this guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S8Si9u0kLgI/AAAAAAAABts/7FAZ7ufXhwY/s1600/DSC_4840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S8Si9u0kLgI/AAAAAAAABts/7FAZ7ufXhwY/s400/DSC_4840.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459667829704109570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dave:"What are you doing at 10:45?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me:"Nothing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dave:"I'm coming to get you to go on a date. Be Ready"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me:"I think you are meaning to text your wife, Dating your sister is gross."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He meant me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I agreed to go, but I was NOT getting ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dave was SURPRISINGLY punctual, and showed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;precisely&lt;/span&gt; at 10:45 (p.m. mind you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I won't mention the speeding ticket I found in his front seat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had some good laughs on our way to pick up some of these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458644736934655170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S8EAd5QLtMI/AAAAAAAABtM/yxgX3FHQWd8/s400/Electric-Scooter-23423558107.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 275px; display: block; height: 247px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S8EAn1LvdfI/AAAAAAAABtk/R_Yi_Z4-kYs/s1600/the-loft-provo-utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458644907640976882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S8EAn1LvdfI/AAAAAAAABtk/R_Yi_Z4-kYs/s400/the-loft-provo-utah.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 266px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And did some awesome of this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S8EAnQRqkEI/AAAAAAAABtc/BAkSSfUTgG0/s1600/Latin+Dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458644897733709890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S8EAnQRqkEI/AAAAAAAABtc/BAkSSfUTgG0/s400/Latin+Dancing.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 214px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because it was Latin Night of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we could only get in if Dave first got this,.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458644892393877794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S8EAm8YjMSI/AAAAAAAABtU/UXbTIZVTZGM/s400/frisked.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 350px; display: block; height: 271px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we proceeded to ride the little electrical scooters up and down Center Street in Provo(which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KICKIN&lt;/span&gt; on Friday night) We stopped at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hooka&lt;/span&gt; Collection, to ask where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hooka&lt;/span&gt; Collection was. They told us "I think you have ALREADY been to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hooka&lt;/span&gt; Collection." Then we stopped at Sammy's and asked where we could find Sammy's,.. and a somewhat large and in charge chick enjoyed telling me about her posse' of men she takes places, while one of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;entourage&lt;/span&gt; walked away and the other skinny kid, slouched down in his seat, and pulled his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoody&lt;/span&gt; down. It was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to get Ice Cream and Yelled at some Lesbians before we knew it was lesbians, and what we said was really offensive, but wouldn't have been if they weren't lesbians.  Then we laughed really hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I went home, and the door step was really awkward seeing as how he is my brother.  Just kidding.  I love that guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-6760452295610324930?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6760452295610324930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=6760452295610324930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6760452295610324930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6760452295610324930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-typical-friday-night.html' title='Just a typical Friday Night.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S8Si9u0kLgI/AAAAAAAABts/7FAZ7ufXhwY/s72-c/DSC_4840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-2783971823865111522</id><published>2010-04-08T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:53:32.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jibberish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I corping you Mommy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Da Pirate Corp da Cowboy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mommy, I move da corp"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"bdaskdfbaiahdbf Corp sjdfuabgjfkidufb"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Let's watch that Corp movie, Mom"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure wish I knew what "corp" ment, cause it's used in every sentence, and it's also driving me a little bonkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-2783971823865111522?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/2783971823865111522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=2783971823865111522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2783971823865111522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/2783971823865111522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/04/jibberish.html' title='Jibberish'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-3246878576451803089</id><published>2010-03-29T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:01:06.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom said it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom always asked if things "sprouted legs." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well,.. I am here to tell you they DO people!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S7FagIAUE4I/AAAAAAAABs0/RMggA7JWXq8/s1600/DSC_4966.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S7FagIAUE4I/AAAAAAAABs0/RMggA7JWXq8/s400/DSC_4966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454240131673494402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S7FapGGkVwI/AAAAAAAABs8/ywnc1qXPUZo/s1600/DSC_4967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S7FapGGkVwI/AAAAAAAABs8/ywnc1qXPUZo/s400/DSC_4967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454240285781677826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S7Fapl4oPpI/AAAAAAAABtE/BKAqIpgFSzQ/s1600/DSC_4968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S7Fapl4oPpI/AAAAAAAABtE/BKAqIpgFSzQ/s400/DSC_4968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454240294313148050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully this one doesn't "walk away" like all that money in my mom's wallet did. :D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-sorry again mom,.. I was a BAD child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-3246878576451803089?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3246878576451803089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=3246878576451803089' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3246878576451803089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3246878576451803089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mom-said-it.html' title='My mom said it.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S7FagIAUE4I/AAAAAAAABs0/RMggA7JWXq8/s72-c/DSC_4966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-6622240605940401480</id><published>2010-03-23T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:44:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning back the Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was getting grossed out by my own zit, and since there isn't anything zit-tastic to blog about,.. I will just blog a few things from our day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was getting ready this morning{yes,.. I actually got FULLY ready for the day,.. it's a true miracle!} I heard Bailey say "Oh Sorry pincess baby,.. sorry!" As Chloe started crying. So I went in to see what was the matter and found this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S6l6iIblljI/AAAAAAAABr0/1cBi433ks0I/s1600-h/DSC_4880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S6l6iIblljI/AAAAAAAABr0/1cBi433ks0I/s400/DSC_4880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452023550706030130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey,.. putting her "wed{red}pincess jammies" on Chloe's head,.. and knocked her over,.. which isn't anything new,.. but usually done by smothering her in kisses. {none of us can resist those cheeks}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S6l6qsl-KAI/AAAAAAAABr8/tIRjRQY-C7o/s1600-h/DSC_4954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S6l6qsl-KAI/AAAAAAAABr8/tIRjRQY-C7o/s400/DSC_4954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452023697852213250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention that Chloe has 5 teeth, and claps like no one's business!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Costco for formula{since Chloe decided she was done nursing, which has left me full of tears, and feeling usless as a mother}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Came home,.. had a Wii Scout Party, which is always a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And while Bailey and Peter fertilized the grass I did a little project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we bought our table(over a year ago) I have been wanting a turn table REALLY bad,.. but the cheapest one I could find in the size I wanted, was $100, and I couldn't seem to fork over that much for it!  So,... We looked in the corner and saw a clock I made at an Enrichment Meeting a few years back, that the mechanics on it were not working,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*BIG round thing, CHECK.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then,.. I remembered, I bought a turn table thing for the cupboard, but it was too big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Turn Table part,.. CHECK!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S6l69g-zimI/AAAAAAAABsU/XJ8BIBNJfyk/s400/DSC_4959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452024021152664162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put them together and what have you got!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S6l69aEQRII/AAAAAAAABsM/YTESjrX38mc/s1600-h/DSC_4958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S6l69aEQRII/AAAAAAAABsM/YTESjrX38mc/s400/DSC_4958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452024019296470146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A TURN TABLE FOR MY TABLE TABLE!!!!!! YEA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S6l6y32EuBI/AAAAAAAABsE/CjUv63gL60Q/s400/DSC_4957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452023838311495698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I am going to go eat a Chocolate Cupcake with Confetti Frosting,.... or 6. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-6622240605940401480?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6622240605940401480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=6622240605940401480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6622240605940401480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6622240605940401480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/turning-back-clock.html' title='Turning back the Clock'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S6l6iIblljI/AAAAAAAABr0/1cBi433ks0I/s72-c/DSC_4880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-5249489550447156428</id><published>2010-03-15T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:36:37.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S560alI9ACI/AAAAAAAABrM/ibUJixc3Q3I/s400/DSC_4802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448990967904141346" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little cowgirl or Cowboy-girl as Bailey calls it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't even believe that Chloe is 8 months old already.  She has had a YUCKY bout of RSV this last week and is doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; much better.  This amazing lady who I serve with in scouts HOOKED us up with some natural oils and ear drops(she also had a double ear infection) and here we are 5 days later and Chloe is almost 100% better, with a little bit of a yucky cough still, but MAN am I a convert to this stuff.  It's amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So,.. ode to Chloe,.. she is so sweet.  She isn't very motivated to crawl,.. she still doesn't even like to be on her tummy.  But I noticed today she is a bum scooter.  She moved about 5 feet in 20 minutes,.. I know,.. super fast!  So who knows,.. maybe that is just going to be how she moves.  I cannot express how sweet she is,.. she is always just all smiles and happy, even when Bailey is poking her eye and "squeezing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;her's&lt;/span&gt; cheeks" and SCREAMING in her face,.. "I Need more kisses!" and then attacking her to do so.  I know it's all for love, but that poor baby can't catch a break!  Bailey is going to be SO excited when Chloe really starts playing with her!  (I will be too!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 teeth on the bottom, and the top two will be popping through ANY day now.  I just want to kiss her chubby cheeks all day and tickle her all the time,.. she snorts when she laughs and it about does me in every time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh goodness,.. I LOVE LOVE LOVE my girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S560p8ljyRI/AAAAAAAABrU/oTQMd1MvUN8/s1600-h/DSC_4757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S560p8ljyRI/AAAAAAAABrU/oTQMd1MvUN8/s400/DSC_4757.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448991231896176914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S5607H855bI/AAAAAAAABrc/hmdnhKW7Ois/s1600-h/DSC_4337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S5607H855bI/AAAAAAAABrc/hmdnhKW7Ois/s400/DSC_4337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448991527004661170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And,.. EVERYONE loves her!!!  This picture is CLASSIC and I LOVE it!!  Chloe being the center of attention to all the girls, Bailey screaming, and Spencer, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doubtedly&lt;/span&gt;, bugging her(No offence Amanda!) (he is his father's child!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-5249489550447156428?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/5249489550447156428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=5249489550447156428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/5249489550447156428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/5249489550447156428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-months.html' title='8 Months'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S560alI9ACI/AAAAAAAABrM/ibUJixc3Q3I/s72-c/DSC_4802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8876539931730777121</id><published>2010-03-10T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:09:33.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Wishes and Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S5gJGnVBltI/AAAAAAAABq0/O3xwZnJm4y8/s1600-h/DSC_1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447113758545647314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S5gJGnVBltI/AAAAAAAABq0/O3xwZnJm4y8/s400/DSC_1658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not news to anyone when I say Bailey has an attitude,... a BIG one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scene: In my bathroom, fixing my hair, Chloe in her Jenny Jump Up, and Bailey completely "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maked&lt;/span&gt;" (as she says it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Background to the situation: Bailey has these little clip-on earrings from her Princess Dress ups. She thinks they are hair clips. And usually she tries to clip them in MY hair when I am changing Chloe's diapers, and it's SO annoying because she usually only gets a hair or two and just pulls them out and it hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Action:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: "Bailey, do NOT clip that in your sisters hair! That will hurt her!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bailey: (stops and looks at me and stands up, runs to the door and yells in a very angry tone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mommy! You are Ruining my Dreams! You are Ruining my wish on a star make my dreams come true!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SLAMS the door,..Opens the door, scowls at me, SLAMS the door again"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Hysterical laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. Someone is a big girl and is totally potty trained (except for sleeping) It took very little effort on my part,.. just a little nudge in the right direction and some tinkle treats. It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; wonderful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so glad I am FINALLY potty trained! I sure love tinkle treats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.p.s Chloe has RSV,.. and I am newly converted to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;homeopathics&lt;/span&gt;. AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8876539931730777121?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8876539931730777121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8876539931730777121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8876539931730777121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8876539931730777121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-and-wishes-and-stars.html' title='Dreams and Wishes and Stars'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S5gJGnVBltI/AAAAAAAABq0/O3xwZnJm4y8/s72-c/DSC_1658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-3349927879222720275</id><published>2010-03-07T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:15:47.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downer Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S5SHy69L8RI/AAAAAAAABqs/Zdfdl5d6Qfw/s1600-h/pitty1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S5SHy69L8RI/AAAAAAAABqs/Zdfdl5d6Qfw/s400/pitty1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446127158286872850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am feeling sorry for my self today.  I try to limit my self to one pity party a month, and I think I do pretty well at keeping it at that.  Well,.. today was my pity party day,.. and boy was it a PARTY!!!!  I'm sorry I didn't invite any of you, but,.... I am just guessing that you wouldn't want to come anyway, cause well,.. that's how you think on days like today.  Plus,.. who would I REALLY invite anyway? because no one would have come because I am pitiful ya know!?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm done today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am done pretending that I care to make friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am done putting my self out "there" all the time,.. "there" just feels like thin air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am done with laundry because it never ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am done cooking because it's the same menu as last week, and they don't taste that great anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am trying to fit into my "skinny" clothes. (that aren't skinny really)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am done trying to grow long hair,.. I keep trying it, and you would think that I would learn everytime I chop it all off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I need to add this,......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am NOT done being a mommy,.. cause I LOVE my girls, they are the reason for the smile on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am NOT done being a wife, cause I REALLY love my husband a whole heck of a lot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when I wake up tomorrow morning,.. I will done being done, and ready to start the laundry, cook a mean breakfast, go to the gym, fix my long hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't guarantee that am not done trying to make friends, cause I am exausted on that front and utterly frustrated,.. I might take a LONG vacation on that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-3349927879222720275?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/3349927879222720275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=3349927879222720275' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3349927879222720275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/3349927879222720275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/downer-day.html' title='Downer Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S5SHy69L8RI/AAAAAAAABqs/Zdfdl5d6Qfw/s72-c/pitty1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8158604304121624198</id><published>2010-03-04T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:16:48.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailey-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S5AUgcPBtRI/AAAAAAAABqk/84Dh041MG_I/s1600-h/DSC_4793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S5AUgcPBtRI/AAAAAAAABqk/84Dh041MG_I/s400/DSC_4793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444874497058518290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Bailey. I just need to document some things. Bare with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Dats dangerous, I too widdle Mommy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(When I tell her to DO something she doesn't want to do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-OR-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Dats NOT Funny!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"But dats funny mommy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(When DOES something I DON'T want her do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was lyng in bed the other morning nursing Chloe, and Bailey come barrelling into our room, JUMPS on our bed, looks at me,.. slaps my Butt and yells "BUTT!" then slaps my boob and yells "BOOPS!" and continued doing this until I gained enough composure to make her stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Litte Pincesses" have become action figures. I frequently catch them fighting,.. most recently fighting over who was a "pincess". Cause there can only be one princess you know. AND,.. they really like to ready Bailey books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today Bailey was reading Goodnight Moon to me while I was cooking dinner and Chloe was taking a nap. It's been a while since we had read this one. (Daddy usually does the night time books) And Bailey starts really reading me this book. She knew the saying that went with every object, She came to "the lady whispering hush" and said that, and I was so surprised and excited, and I told her that, and she slammed the book closed and said,.. "Chloe sleeping Mommy,.. Shush!!!!!!!!" Well,.. PARDON ME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I dare stop the vehicle, I get to go through this conversation every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bailey- "Go mommy GO!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me-"I can't Bailey,.. we stop at Red lights. What do we do when it turns Green?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bailey-"Green's name's means GO!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me-"That's right! What do we do at a Red Light"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bailey-"Red Light's name's means STOP!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me-"Good Job! What does a Yellow Light mean?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bailey-"Yellow lights name's means Slow DOWN!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then there was the special moment when asked about a yellow light,.. "Stop FASTER!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a not funny quote note,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bailey is a hoarder,..........................of food,........................in her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's SOOO buggy. I noticed a few weeks ago that after dinner,.. she was running around house with something in her cheek. So when I asked her what she was eating, and she did her, look up and to the left, and DON'T SAY A WORD, bit. (Super annoying) and so I open her mouth, and there is dinner,.. stuffed in her cheek. I didn't really care the first time, and probably not even second time. But now I am SUPER annoyed by it. Today we had tuna fish sandwiches for lunch,.. after an hour went by, and there was still tuna in her cheek, I told her she could eat it, or go to her bed,... she ended up going to her bed,... so from the beginning of lunch until I went up and got her up from her nap it was a whopping FIVE hours......................Don't even worry, she still had a cheek FULL of Tuna!!! (I realize the choking hazard in this, and also the teeth rotting factor, for which I am severely annoyed that my child hoards food in her mouth. GAH!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8158604304121624198?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8158604304121624198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8158604304121624198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8158604304121624198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8158604304121624198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/bailey-isms.html' title='Bailey-isms'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S5AUgcPBtRI/AAAAAAAABqk/84Dh041MG_I/s72-c/DSC_4793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-6227141174438410462</id><published>2010-03-02T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:43:39.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thanks Laura. I needed an excuse to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have a serious addiction to Dr. Pepper. It's bad people. I fully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parallel&lt;/span&gt; my addiction to that of an alcoholic's addiction, except I can drink it and drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I can't NOT pick at a zit. If I know I have one, I can't stop thinking about it until it's popped. Peter does not understand this ONE bit. I literally feel a wave of relief as the flaming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pustule&lt;/span&gt; of redness and goo, oozes it's deadly infectious seepage all over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mirror&lt;/span&gt;. (don't you feel relief!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  It's no secret that I have giant "boops". At one point, I even had what we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;affectionately&lt;/span&gt; called my third boob in my arm pit. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;. (except for that one time when I was engorged when my milk came in after I had Bailey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Sometimes I say things that I shouldn't. Like talking about my boobs on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  When I watch American Idol, I start thinking about auditioning and think, I could ROCK that competition.  Then I try and sing and remember I sound FAR too similar to a fog horn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  I just admitted out loud this week that I totally had a crush on my high school choir teacher.  (stop laughing peeps from High School)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  When I am gearing up for a serious cleaning(it's rare but it happens sometimes)  I HAVE to,.. I MEAN HAVE to start by making my bed.  Even if I have no intentions of cleaning in my bed room,..  Most of the time "serious cleaning" means doing dishes,.. and it still has to be made.  {I know most people probably make their bed as soon as they get out of it,.. and my mom tried her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;darnedest&lt;/span&gt; to instill that in me,.. and it didn't happen. }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  I dance and sing in the car.   LOUDLY.  and people stare at me.  Probably because I use whatever I can reach, as a microphone.  It was Bailey's toy giraffe yesterday.  I know I am crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  When I am tired, I make up words, and then proceed to laugh hysterically to the point of tears when I realize how really retarded I truly am.   (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;quirpy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;confusive&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;skitzafoid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Norwegia&lt;/span&gt;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  I am not detail oriented.  Which means I am really bad at a lot of things.  Sewing,.. If you don't care that most of your "straight" lines look like you are on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;zig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;zag&lt;/span&gt; setting, you probably shouldn't be behind a sewing machine.  If you are painting a wall, and you think to your self,.. it's just a little bit of paint on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt;, no one will look up anyway,.. you probably shouldn't be painting.  If you are cooking and think you are exempt from using measuring cups and spoons,.. that can be a problem.  This is me.  Oh well.  Pete loves me and all my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;quirps&lt;/span&gt;! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag: Rachel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Schmalgal&lt;/span&gt;, Amanda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Twinner&lt;/span&gt; Pants Magoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-6227141174438410462?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/6227141174438410462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=6227141174438410462' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6227141174438410462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/6227141174438410462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/03/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-4007533995838777299</id><published>2010-02-25T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:24:39.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If they procreated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If these two shacked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S4dZ1bzyNYI/AAAAAAAABqU/Cxu5ZbBzyfo/s1600-h/Lady%2BGaGa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S4dZ1bzyNYI/AAAAAAAABqU/Cxu5ZbBzyfo/s400/Lady%2BGaGa.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442417449233429890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S4dZ0kiJrnI/AAAAAAAABqM/njcmcc9EnBs/s1600-h/jay-leno-smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S4dZ0kiJrnI/AAAAAAAABqM/njcmcc9EnBs/s400/jay-leno-smiling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442417434395520626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what they'd get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{equals}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S4dZ0C12vII/AAAAAAAABqE/g5DI4VdmErs/s1600-h/tgrady.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S4dZ0C12vII/AAAAAAAABqE/g5DI4VdmErs/s400/tgrady.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442417425351359618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wowzers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They should just end the show now and this Dude can win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S4dag111UqI/AAAAAAAABqc/ZBLM344HFl0/s1600-h/andrew-garcia-320.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S4dag111UqI/AAAAAAAABqc/ZBLM344HFl0/s400/andrew-garcia-320.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442418194955719330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do love Ellen though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like dudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, one dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His name is Peter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He Rocks my socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-4007533995838777299?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4007533995838777299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=4007533995838777299' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4007533995838777299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4007533995838777299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-they-procreated.html' title='If they procreated.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S4dZ1bzyNYI/AAAAAAAABqU/Cxu5ZbBzyfo/s72-c/Lady%2BGaGa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8463430515589420788</id><published>2010-02-08T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:07:50.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Black Eyed Pea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey is a little ballerina/gymnast/spaz-n-a-half, in training/perfected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other night whilst being an acrobat in the living room, she smacked her face on the stone fireplace.  We immediately ran over (it was one of those,.. this is gonna be bad sounds) and Peter grabbed her, and put her up to his shoulder and by the time I got a look at it, it already looked like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S3D4cxVHweI/AAAAAAAABpU/4t0_FzyF-po/s400/DSC_4583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436117923398140386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she woke up it looked like this,....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S3D43ax029I/AAAAAAAABpc/hboWxd1iPwI/s400/DSC_4596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436118381200989138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the only time she mentions it, is when I am trying to brush her whispy hair out of her face and I accidentally touched it,.. and this is what I heard about that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ouch Mommy, Don't touch it, Okay "mammie",.. Don't touch it ever again, okay? Never Ever Okay Mammie!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, Okay little miss sassa frass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"mammie" = Bailey's new term for her Mommy,.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(don't ask why, cause i don't have an answer.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another Note,.. Chloe is so stinkin cute I want to eat her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(speaking of eating babies,.. someone was seriously offended when I told them I wanted to eat their baby,....................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HELLO,.. I am not a cannibal,.. I just like fat babies and when I say "eat" I only mean nibble a few fingers and maybe a roll or two,.......  Come on people,... really,.. offended???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;{sorry for the rant}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S3D7WrwNh9I/AAAAAAAABp0/KTMIglM888Y/s1600-h/DSC_4559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S3D7WrwNh9I/AAAAAAAABp0/KTMIglM888Y/s400/DSC_4559.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436121117356820434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S3D7WFCanvI/AAAAAAAABps/UICo9GE9OEw/s1600-h/DSC_4540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S3D7WFCanvI/AAAAAAAABps/UICo9GE9OEw/s400/DSC_4540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436121106964193010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S3D7VZvl2pI/AAAAAAAABpk/uex89KIv3Q8/s1600-h/DSC_4526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S3D7VZvl2pI/AAAAAAAABpk/uex89KIv3Q8/s400/DSC_4526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436121095342512786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8463430515589420788?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8463430515589420788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8463430515589420788' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8463430515589420788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8463430515589420788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-little-black-eyed-pea.html' title='My little Black Eyed Pea'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S3D4cxVHweI/AAAAAAAABpU/4t0_FzyF-po/s72-c/DSC_4583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-4904198808154196642</id><published>2010-02-04T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:13:35.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowboarding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2xfZAoIg8I/AAAAAAAABpM/LFZZVLaTlTc/s1600-h/snowboarding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2xfZAoIg8I/AAAAAAAABpM/LFZZVLaTlTc/s400/snowboarding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434823733599044546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went snowboarding yesterday with Peter's awesome little sister Mary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been snowboarding in like 5 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't really exercised in like 5 years either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT WAS I THINKING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really did expect to get up there and be just fine??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was there for 3 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made it down the Mountain,....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drum roll please,......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ONCE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I will pause for laughter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is it that the boots cut off circulation to my feet?  Is that supposed to be how they fit?  I decided while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DESPERATELY&lt;/span&gt; trying to get them off there is nothing worse than having NO energy left in my muscles, and NO feeling in toes and the one thing preventing the blood flow to my feet are IMPOSSIBLE to get off with my lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;.  I truly thought they were going to have to cut them off,.... I could hear the guys behind the counter chuckling at me and my desperation, or maybe it was because I brought all the gear back within 2 hours.  Or maybe they saw my face plant half way down the mountain and stayed there in the middle of the run, for 15 minutes,  just positive that I had ruptured a lung and broke my nose,   Or maybe they saw me sit down every 30 feet because my legs COULDN'T take any more.  Or better yet,.. maybe they heard how I so very gracefully face planted off the lift, and they had to full on stop the lift because I was retarded and buckled in the wrong foot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every other time I have been boarding, I have had someone with me to laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt; at my super awkwardness, like the time Melanie and went boarding at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt; and somehow, someway, while in a rolling, tumbling, ridiculous mess, I ended up with the tip of my board in my armpit and my face in the snow. After the plume of snow parted I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Schmally&lt;/span&gt; Pants laughing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt;. AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All and all,.. I love boarding and wish I could go more often, more to entertain everyone else than anything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-4904198808154196642?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/4904198808154196642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=4904198808154196642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4904198808154196642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/4904198808154196642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowboarding.html' title='Snowboarding'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2xfZAoIg8I/AAAAAAAABpM/LFZZVLaTlTc/s72-c/snowboarding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-480415143582511495</id><published>2010-02-01T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:46:51.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gramma Kay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This last weekend we had an amazing opportunity to go to Montana to see my Gramma Kay and surprise her with a big party for her 90th Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Gramma is amazing. She is one of the most healthy strong 90 year old women there ever was. I'm sure we will be celebrating again in 10 years for an even bigger mile stone in her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few pictures of the night of her party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c3wXSsmYI/AAAAAAAABn0/MHTARWT1p6I/s400/DSC_4075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433372779471477122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she just radiating awesomeness!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c32WYRbLI/AAAAAAAABn8/LHXROatusgg/s400/DSC_4076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433372882305641650" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Debbie came from New York, Gramma was sure surprised!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c2Z2rD4UI/AAAAAAAABns/89IE-A5YwI8/s1600-h/DSC_4217.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c2Z2rD4UI/AAAAAAAABns/89IE-A5YwI8/s1600-h/DSC_4217.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c2Z2rD4UI/AAAAAAAABns/89IE-A5YwI8/s400/DSC_4217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433371293246546242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom, Dad, Gramma Kay, My Dad's cousin and his wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c2L8niGsI/AAAAAAAABnk/bWxvj91tBik/s1600-h/DSC_4143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c2L8niGsI/AAAAAAAABnk/bWxvj91tBik/s400/DSC_4143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433371054324193986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My super cute Gramma and her Boy Toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c1_rfn1CI/AAAAAAAABnc/ESB1RcM1n0w/s1600-h/DSC_4122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c1_rfn1CI/AAAAAAAABnc/ESB1RcM1n0w/s400/DSC_4122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433370843569181730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is so good to her, and I am glad she has someone to spend time with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c10oHUs8I/AAAAAAAABnU/JqF1lc48TMc/s1600-h/DSC_4092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c10oHUs8I/AAAAAAAABnU/JqF1lc48TMc/s400/DSC_4092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433370653683397570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gramma greeting all of her party guests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were also able to just spend time together, and it was wonderful.  I really enjoy being with my Gramma.  Her life was amazing, with many ups and downs.  Her way of living and raising a child are so different that what I know, and I feel like there is so much to learn from her.   She was raised during the Great Depression and with something all too similar here, I feel like her wisdom on how to survive through it, and things she still does because of that experience (ie, re using tinfoil) really make me take a step back and take a good look at my self.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway,.. here are some pictures of just us being together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c6qDvwzpI/AAAAAAAABpE/ZinSDaxFcR4/s1600-h/DSC_4414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c6qDvwzpI/AAAAAAAABpE/ZinSDaxFcR4/s400/DSC_4414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433375969680346770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c6hcSE5eI/AAAAAAAABo8/AgMxwbyx3WM/s1600-h/DSC_4432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c6hcSE5eI/AAAAAAAABo8/AgMxwbyx3WM/s400/DSC_4432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433375821647898082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gramma and her only child, my Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c6LXOJfoI/AAAAAAAABo0/7nuCwltUKCo/s1600-h/DSC_4403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c6LXOJfoI/AAAAAAAABo0/7nuCwltUKCo/s400/DSC_4403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433375442332122754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gramma and her girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c6AkMNXWI/AAAAAAAABos/kgsgV03DVOI/s1600-h/DSC_4286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c6AkMNXWI/AAAAAAAABos/kgsgV03DVOI/s400/DSC_4286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433375256835087714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c53fRK5OI/AAAAAAAABok/Do7TRz1Ajvs/s1600-h/DSC_4248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c53fRK5OI/AAAAAAAABok/Do7TRz1Ajvs/s400/DSC_4248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433375100894897378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Original Homestead.  This puppy was built in 1890.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c5u-GCaOI/AAAAAAAABoc/X76pvxc7OOM/s1600-h/DSC_4226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c5u-GCaOI/AAAAAAAABoc/X76pvxc7OOM/s400/DSC_4226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433374954550880482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Old Barn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c5lvytlnI/AAAAAAAABoU/d5L9pJKKCrY/s1600-h/DSC_4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c5lvytlnI/AAAAAAAABoU/d5L9pJKKCrY/s400/DSC_4292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433374796092905074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Water Truck we use to haul water in the summer when we spend more time out there at the Ranch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c5Zmd9j5I/AAAAAAAABoM/gcFzoIF2Ytw/s1600-h/DSC_4274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c5Zmd9j5I/AAAAAAAABoM/gcFzoIF2Ytw/s400/DSC_4274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433374587431522194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is All of my sibings and I,.. From left to right starting in the back,.. Me, Dave, Bob, Tom, Deb, Beck, Front: Dan, Gramma Kay, Dad, Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Gramma Kay!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-480415143582511495?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/480415143582511495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=480415143582511495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/480415143582511495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/480415143582511495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/02/gramma-kay.html' title='Gramma Kay'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S2c3wXSsmYI/AAAAAAAABn0/MHTARWT1p6I/s72-c/DSC_4075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1738381594411103543</id><published>2010-01-15T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:33:07.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My kid-lets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I haven't blogged about just the kiddos in a while, so here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey at 2 1/2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S14SlAVvf7I/AAAAAAAABm0/_mDr6atKp9E/s400/DSC_3944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430798627611049906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totally Hamming it up for the Camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH.MY.HECK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't believe when it was 2 and the HALF kills me!!!!!!!!!  But she is pretty fun(except as of late, the TOOD is outta control!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-OBSESSED with Princesses,.. everything we do is tied into something princess.  ie. changing her bum, is "mommy, you change my princess bum?"  We do "Princess hair".  We eat princess food,.. what can I say, I am just some gourmet chef I guess! ;)(peter stop laughing) We are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; frequently asked to have princess dances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S14SLFNGJfI/AAAAAAAABms/FHstLDwGlKw/s400/DSC_4005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430798182240364018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Suddenly does not like going to bed,.. :(  She has NEVER faught me on bed time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Attitude GALORE.  The other day she got mad at me for telling her to do something and RAN into my room SCREAMING, turned around and scowled at me, SLAMMED the door jut to open it again and scowel at me and SLAM it again! Not to mention these LOVELY words we hear FAR too often.  "Leave Alone Me Mom!,... I Diss Want to Me My MY Self!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Potty Training, is NOT happening.  If I could just talk her into SITTING on the potty, that would be a step in the right direction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She has decided pushing the kitchen stools around is really fun and insists on being by my side at all times,.. we do our Make-up together, cook together,.. and now that I think about it, I wish we could go to the bathroom together too. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Has been picking at her lips NON STOP until they bleed,.. :(  It kills me.-She has decided that Chloe is REALLY fun to play with.  I can't believe how much they love each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S14SF9FOqII/AAAAAAAABmk/9TUDG9lxzHk/s400/DSC_4055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430798094160537730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIX MONTHS OLD?!?!?!  Why can't babies stay little longer?  It really isn't fair.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-LOVE LOVE LOVES Bailey. If Bailey even comes NEAR her she starts kicking her legs and has  a GIANT smile, and starts talking.  And if Bailey is being spastic enough the giggles set in,.. SUPER cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-She CAN roll over but is just content on her back.  She can sit up pretty well by her self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is ALWAYS constipated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Sweet Potatoes are her FAVORITE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Green Beans are NOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-SUCH a mamma's girl (and maybe I like it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Usually sleeps through the night, and I sometimes like getting up with her when she does wake up.  She just is always so happy to see me, even at 3am and she is "STARVING".  The house is silent and it's just me and her.  Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-TWO teeth!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Still SUPER fat, and I love every roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Has the worlds LONGEST and DEEPEST Butt Crack on the planet.  See,......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S14RRFbkz6I/AAAAAAAABmc/qB_2ydVEFBg/s400/DSC_4030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430797185868681122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a nut shell,.. Chloe is full of Joy and is such a happy Baby.  I always thought Bailey was the best baby ever,.. and Chloe MIGHT,.. just MIGHT be a better baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S14Tkyonf_I/AAAAAAAABm8/1ZEeLuRk-Vw/s400/DSC_3991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430799723443748850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1738381594411103543?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1738381594411103543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1738381594411103543' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1738381594411103543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1738381594411103543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-kid-lets.html' title='My kid-lets'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S14SlAVvf7I/AAAAAAAABm0/_mDr6atKp9E/s72-c/DSC_3944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-7931355424857868443</id><published>2010-01-07T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:01:00.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impersonations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I tried to do this guys voice and make Peter guess who I was impersonating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424182878600523634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S0aRluu9b3I/AAAAAAAABmE/Kb7skLRX2lA/s400/sean-connery.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and he thought I was this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424182742116931170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S0aRdySvFmI/AAAAAAAABl8/3na0mexRJlQ/s400/edgar-bug_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-7931355424857868443?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/7931355424857868443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=7931355424857868443' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7931355424857868443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/7931355424857868443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/01/impersonations.html' title='Impersonations'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S0aRluu9b3I/AAAAAAAABmE/Kb7skLRX2lA/s72-c/sean-connery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-8675121506209543844</id><published>2010-01-07T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:55:42.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold the Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT IS THIS MONSTROSITY?????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S0ZJ2LoXWQI/AAAAAAAABl0/BlkfCsEw2Kg/s400/gp707620-01p01v01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424103996398196994" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is this world coming to that we need to purchase a jumper with,... whatever that is at the bottom of the pants, making them balloon at the bottom,...AND a fake waist?????  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh heaven help us all!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If this isn't a sign of the second coming, I don't know what is!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I shall vomit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-8675121506209543844?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/8675121506209543844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=8675121506209543844' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8675121506209543844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/8675121506209543844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/01/hold-phone.html' title='Hold the Phone'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S0ZJ2LoXWQI/AAAAAAAABl0/BlkfCsEw2Kg/s72-c/gp707620-01p01v01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-1337711854371113128</id><published>2010-01-06T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:57:29.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am blogging this in hopes to win something to bribe Bailey with,.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I invision it happening,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Bailey,.. do you want to go see Dinosaurs?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yes Mommy"(said like a very well behaved child"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Well,.. go poop on the potty and we can go!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Okay Mommy,.. I will go poop in the potty the rest of my life, and never have any accidents ever and I will also teach Chloe and any other siblings that come to do so also. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It works like that right!?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I strongly discourage any of you from entering the contest, because I simply must win.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cjaneprovo.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-back-provo-thanksgiving-point.html?showComment=1262803939072_AIe9_BEkrnVYUnp_r5iyggdEPBh37FAX7AQ93YxIGZXd1Ct4rO1dgoKAx7pUkG08uBe97vYwB9fW5d3vdHqsYFOzDJxEqTl-KLOXXlivmE2wsTI16GLdtTrwstp_VQixVQ90p3e_06XhiTEGcRZzLcFxlDOAE1IODs_y-Iaxy_dlkc7cgybhdrvxt2J-TbXk85_9iynmIO-atmMaWIpmhmJHex9qBardiCrajEV5rjp3IdO-YLufQ6c#c5162312414299558764"&gt;For Real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/701941581299757120-1337711854371113128?l=peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/feeds/1337711854371113128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=701941581299757120&amp;postID=1337711854371113128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1337711854371113128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701941581299757120/posts/default/1337711854371113128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteramandarobbins.blogspot.com/2010/01/c-jane.html' title='C Jane'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04554078546823663866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/R4lHfrLxSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/g2rqdm75IxQ/S220/DSC_0101Sep.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701941581299757120.post-5442760022601148785</id><published>2010-01-02T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:37:30.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Resolve to Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually my sister in law threatened my life, so that's why I am blogging finally. JAY KAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to mostly just post pictures, so here was our Christmas,.....MONTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In no particular order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(due to the fact that I can't figure out how to move pictures the the Mac)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S0JeUz2XRZI/AAAAAAAABlo/ERSMeVqgF0A/s1600-h/DSC_3929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InX7iuB-T0g/S0JeUz2XRZI/AAAAAAAABlo/ERSMeVqgF0A/s400/DSC_3929.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423000612916118930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of
