<?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-4349204298270379381</id><updated>2011-12-23T18:15:23.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ALL about Caroline &amp; Thomas!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-2128217415587902789</id><published>2010-12-17T15:30:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:14:05.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline's 3rd Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>We let Caroline open a few presents before the party started, so she and her friends could play with her big gift during the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be under the sheet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvZAWY-KhI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Bh5bHQHQtos/s1600/DSC_6125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvZAWY-KhI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Bh5bHQHQtos/s400/DSC_6125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551769565697813010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A KITCHEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYjky0NTI/AAAAAAAAA7g/KTASqtklRVc/s1600/DSC_6127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYjky0NTI/AAAAAAAAA7g/KTASqtklRVc/s400/DSC_6127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551769071348102450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exploring every detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYjUs8g1I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ADCFeUec5K4/s1600/DSC_6131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYjUs8g1I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ADCFeUec5K4/s400/DSC_6131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551769067028513618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a box of utensils and pots and pans for her kitchen. She loved the rolling pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvZA987qpI/AAAAAAAAA74/zYutHVrLJ18/s1600/DSC_6101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvZA987qpI/AAAAAAAAA74/zYutHVrLJ18/s400/DSC_6101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551769576317627026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvZArtKheI/AAAAAAAAA7w/0HiTmZOxR8E/s1600/DSC_6111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvZArtKheI/AAAAAAAAA7w/0HiTmZOxR8E/s400/DSC_6111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551769571419653602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting the kitchen set-up with all her accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYi1nLHaI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_t3d21JZU5k/s1600/DSC_6173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYi1nLHaI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_t3d21JZU5k/s400/DSC_6173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551769058682805666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYigEHhFI/AAAAAAAAA7I/bhU_hlMAZY0/s1600/DSC_6177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYigEHhFI/AAAAAAAAA7I/bhU_hlMAZY0/s400/DSC_6177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551769052898624594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a Dora-the-Explorer themed party. The cake represented some of her favorite scenes from Dora - snow hills, the troll bridge and a duck pond. I went a little easier with the cake this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYieIws3I/AAAAAAAAA7A/WYGAD88i3n0/s1600/DSC_6214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYieIws3I/AAAAAAAAA7A/WYGAD88i3n0/s400/DSC_6214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551769052381229938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also needed cupcakes - we had to have something with chocolate icing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYO5N97TI/AAAAAAAAA64/AkHmyNXaYxA/s1600/DSC_6237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYO5N97TI/AAAAAAAAA64/AkHmyNXaYxA/s400/DSC_6237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551768716053441842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline guarding the cupcakes - not really, but she looks so serious - while wearing her Dora party hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYOgpF77I/AAAAAAAAA6w/Zm1qysorvmU/s1600/DSC_6248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYOgpF77I/AAAAAAAAA6w/Zm1qysorvmU/s400/DSC_6248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551768709456326578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is why we need chocolate icing. It's not a birthday party without icing everywhere and a chocolate goatee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYOCW9iMI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6e4PZWq_m0Q/s1600/DSC_6266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYOCW9iMI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6e4PZWq_m0Q/s400/DSC_6266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551768701327214786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Digging into her presents while wearing her new apron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYNJPhPLI/AAAAAAAAA6g/hI6f4GIeZmE/s1600/DSC_6311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYNJPhPLI/AAAAAAAAA6g/hI6f4GIeZmE/s400/DSC_6311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551768685995179186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves her Hello Kitty throw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYMbzHDJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1KBNxhL0GfY/s1600/DSC_6314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvYMbzHDJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1KBNxhL0GfY/s400/DSC_6314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551768673796426898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Throwing tissue paper is part of the fun - the look of excitement is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvXyjkoQYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/6lPvxf8r8OQ/s1600/DSC_6317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvXyjkoQYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/6lPvxf8r8OQ/s400/DSC_6317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551768229206573442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Reading" her birthday card. This card actually had dogs barking Happy Birthday. It makes her smile every time she opens it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvXw7tAg8I/AAAAAAAAA6I/QeeolTn-8AI/s1600/DSC_6319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvXw7tAg8I/AAAAAAAAA6I/QeeolTn-8AI/s400/DSC_6319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551768201324430274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got Granny Jessica bracelets, which she is wearing on her upper arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvXuFoB7aI/AAAAAAAAA54/BBN4-uRcr68/s1600/DSC_6328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvXuFoB7aI/AAAAAAAAA54/BBN4-uRcr68/s400/DSC_6328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551768152448298402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvXtz4lfdI/AAAAAAAAA5w/9IDD37Tcfpc/s1600/DSC_6329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvXtz4lfdI/AAAAAAAAA5w/9IDD37Tcfpc/s400/DSC_6329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551768147685899730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got a big sister t-shirt and was so excited. She wore this shirt to the hospital the first time she met Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TSI7xG0oJJI/AAAAAAAAA8U/a_gcEVLHDSw/s1600/DSC_6338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TSI7xG0oJJI/AAAAAAAAA8U/a_gcEVLHDSw/s400/DSC_6338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558070604959589522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . winding down from all the excitement - and the sugar - while wearing her new Minnie Mouse ears from Uncle Charles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvW8fpRHnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/5nzd2UXzg0o/s1600/DSC_6344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvW8fpRHnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/5nzd2UXzg0o/s400/DSC_6344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551767300439350898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got a Dora-the-Explorer backpack filled with everything an explorer needs - a magnifying glass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvW8G4aCvI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/qgPEssUipec/s1600/DSC_6360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvW8G4aCvI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/qgPEssUipec/s400/DSC_6360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551767293791963890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. . . binoculars (still wearing the Minnie Mouse ears and apron),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvW77qkBvI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/kfJ-S-LM3Fc/s1600/DSC_6368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvW77qkBvI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/kfJ-S-LM3Fc/s400/DSC_6368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551767290781107954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. . . a flashlight, a map and a cell phone.  She had a great party! I just can't believe it was her 3rd birthday.  She is growing up so fast (I think I said the same thing last year!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvW7g620xI/AAAAAAAAA5I/14ftkhPojh4/s1600/DSC_6374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvW7g620xI/AAAAAAAAA5I/14ftkhPojh4/s400/DSC_6374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551767283601691410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-2128217415587902789?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2128217415587902789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=2128217415587902789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2128217415587902789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2128217415587902789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/carolines-3rd-birthday-party.html' title='Caroline&apos;s 3rd Birthday Party'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TQvZAWY-KhI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Bh5bHQHQtos/s72-c/DSC_6125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-3818319126063202440</id><published>2010-08-19T17:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:09:16.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lounging Around</title><content type='html'>Caroline loves this green stocking hat, which was mine when I was little.  She wears it all the time, and her little head is like an oven when she takes it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lOMg-z0I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ilmG0HKeOqw/s1600/DSC_5517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lOMg-z0I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ilmG0HKeOqw/s400/DSC_5517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507239582640295746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was feeding me my bottle.  I guess she is practicing for Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lN_FgMTI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/8BMxHxcagxY/s1600/DSC_5521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lN_FgMTI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/8BMxHxcagxY/s400/DSC_5521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507239579035382066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was my turn to feed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2k3oUONCI/AAAAAAAAA3I/PkzVZzyvgSM/s1600/DSC_5524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2k3oUONCI/AAAAAAAAA3I/PkzVZzyvgSM/s400/DSC_5524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507239194965980194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Caroline lounging around on a Saturday morning watching a little TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2k28F-reI/AAAAAAAAA3A/5mhdS8PBl_M/s1600/DSC_5541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2k28F-reI/AAAAAAAAA3A/5mhdS8PBl_M/s400/DSC_5541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507239183095082466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline likes Daddy's new phone as much as Daddy.  Cal loaded some learning games for her, so she is constantly wanting to play with the phone when she sees it.  She knows how to unlock it, scroll to the page with her games, and start the game she wants.  Kids pick up on things so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2k2tUzkMI/AAAAAAAAA24/6eF8N6E1p04/s1600/DSC_5564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2k2tUzkMI/AAAAAAAAA24/6eF8N6E1p04/s400/DSC_5564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507239179130736834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2k2Ho25sI/AAAAAAAAA2w/x3cjY8snZXw/s1600/DSC_5569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2k2Ho25sI/AAAAAAAAA2w/x3cjY8snZXw/s400/DSC_5569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507239169014294210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Reading" before bed.  She is always looking at books and loves for me to read to her.  I definitely hope she continues to love books as she gets older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2k1yZZR1I/AAAAAAAAA2o/58kyPvI_n3U/s1600/DSC_5579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2k1yZZR1I/AAAAAAAAA2o/58kyPvI_n3U/s400/DSC_5579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507239163312293714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-3818319126063202440?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3818319126063202440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=3818319126063202440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/3818319126063202440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/3818319126063202440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/lounging-around.html' title='Lounging Around'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lOMg-z0I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ilmG0HKeOqw/s72-c/DSC_5517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-8688928769440827661</id><published>2010-08-19T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:09:11.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Baseball</title><content type='html'>We found a very cute baseball glove and ball for Caroline.  She loves it and knows which hand her glove goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2sXs7W76I/AAAAAAAAA44/77rhFPvNlsc/s1600/DSCN0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2sXs7W76I/AAAAAAAAA44/77rhFPvNlsc/s400/DSCN0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507247442541080482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2sXOkf85I/AAAAAAAAA4w/R2HB0q0vQ-I/s1600/DSCN0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2sXOkf85I/AAAAAAAAA4w/R2HB0q0vQ-I/s400/DSCN0609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507247434392138642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think she might be a little overdressed for playing baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2sWwcVN5I/AAAAAAAAA4o/qSPSvssq6p4/s1600/DSCN0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2sWwcVN5I/AAAAAAAAA4o/qSPSvssq6p4/s400/DSCN0615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507247426304817042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2sWeOtJCI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gVLhaYDHrkk/s1600/DSCN0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2sWeOtJCI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gVLhaYDHrkk/s400/DSCN0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507247421415826466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has a really good arm and is amazingly accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2sWIAyMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/4S4pj5QtP9I/s1600/DSCN0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2sWIAyMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/4S4pj5QtP9I/s400/DSCN0629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507247415451857314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-8688928769440827661?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8688928769440827661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=8688928769440827661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8688928769440827661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8688928769440827661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/playing-baseball.html' title='Playing Baseball'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2sXs7W76I/AAAAAAAAA44/77rhFPvNlsc/s72-c/DSCN0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-7387826494175451058</id><published>2010-08-19T16:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:09:05.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Lollipop</title><content type='html'>Caroline tried her first lollipop a few weeks ago.  She was a little nervous about it, but finally - with some persuasion - tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2mKqa9B7I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/tPtKmZ6VLq4/s1600/DSC_5581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2mKqa9B7I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/tPtKmZ6VLq4/s400/DSC_5581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507240621460228018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2mKFNVE3I/AAAAAAAAA4I/MnqAWUs8WSQ/s1600/DSC_5586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2mKFNVE3I/AAAAAAAAA4I/MnqAWUs8WSQ/s400/DSC_5586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507240611470971762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lz-zMbUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/AWApwP0SrN4/s1600/DSC_5590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lz-zMbUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/AWApwP0SrN4/s400/DSC_5590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507240231793618242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, her first lick.  After a couple more licks, she ran around with it for a few minutes  then  decided I needed to eat it.  She hasn't had any interest since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lzgR9EcI/AAAAAAAAA34/683J0P4Mwmo/s1600/DSC_5592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lzgR9EcI/AAAAAAAAA34/683J0P4Mwmo/s400/DSC_5592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507240223601136066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture!  Can't you just FEEEEEEEEEL the drama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lze_XX2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/4zofbjsm-Qo/s1600/DSC_5604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lze_XX2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/4zofbjsm-Qo/s400/DSC_5604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507240223254732642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is actually posing for the camera, which is a VERY rare occurrence these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lyyRuHZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/YDZs1cFIWwY/s1600/DSC_5617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lyyRuHZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/YDZs1cFIWwY/s400/DSC_5617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507240211252125074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's so serious while she performs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lyh1mdBI/AAAAAAAAA3g/amf6nAC7ac4/s1600/DSC_5626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2lyh1mdBI/AAAAAAAAA3g/amf6nAC7ac4/s400/DSC_5626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507240206839215122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-7387826494175451058?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7387826494175451058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=7387826494175451058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7387826494175451058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7387826494175451058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-lollipop.html' title='First Lollipop'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TG2mKqa9B7I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/tPtKmZ6VLq4/s72-c/DSC_5581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-195407890595563758</id><published>2010-06-11T15:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:23:31.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline's Big Girl Bedroom</title><content type='html'>We finally decided it was time to move Caroline out of her crib.  The first step was painting her new room.  We let her paint a small section. Getting to help daddy and Grammie made her feel like a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sSgwS52I/AAAAAAAAA14/-iI1qZ19_Rk/s1600/DSC_5198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sSgwS52I/AAAAAAAAA14/-iI1qZ19_Rk/s400/DSC_5198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480155386865706850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sSONqOhI/AAAAAAAAA1w/jUXiNsBwkKo/s1600/DSC_5200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sSONqOhI/AAAAAAAAA1w/jUXiNsBwkKo/s400/DSC_5200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480155381888596498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sRrLE4bI/AAAAAAAAA1o/fiGpnnCytc4/s1600/DSC_5201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sRrLE4bI/AAAAAAAAA1o/fiGpnnCytc4/s400/DSC_5201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480155372482519474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sRc5Yg8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/3PmDQs_LBgs/s1600/DSC_5204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sRc5Yg8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/3PmDQs_LBgs/s400/DSC_5204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480155368650212290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was so excited to sleep in her big girl room.  Unfortunately, she wasn't as excited about having her picture taken.  This is the best we got of her posing for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sHC4DbSI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/dPlMlu3T0-A/s1600/DSC_5355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sHC4DbSI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/dPlMlu3T0-A/s400/DSC_5355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480155189866622242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here, she's looking through her telescope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sG2Cpy6I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Z7ZH-Egu2jE/s1600/DSC_5359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sG2Cpy6I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Z7ZH-Egu2jE/s400/DSC_5359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480155186421418914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That just doesn't look comfortable to me, but I'm not made of rubber. Now, she sleeps with the pillow flat on the bed, which appears to us to be much more comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sFjMxbtI/AAAAAAAAA1I/WqLvtBh_L2E/s1600/DSC_5362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sFjMxbtI/AAAAAAAAA1I/WqLvtBh_L2E/s400/DSC_5362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480155164183719634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready to read to Caroline for the first time in her new bed.  You can see how happy she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sFf920PI/AAAAAAAAA1A/FsdJZITcmGY/s1600/DSC_5373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sFf920PI/AAAAAAAAA1A/FsdJZITcmGY/s400/DSC_5373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480155163315851506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Caroline's preferred method of having her picture taken.  I think the reason she didn't cooperate that night was because she was so excited to sleep in her new bed that daddy was slowing the process down by taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sE9gFhpI/AAAAAAAAA04/z0jVx1vjG5A/s1600/DSC_5376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sE9gFhpI/AAAAAAAAA04/z0jVx1vjG5A/s400/DSC_5376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480155154064180882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline has transitioned to her new bed flawlessly.  She actually sleeps later (on average) than she used to in her crib.  I think it's because she has plenty of room to move around without hitting hard wooden sides.  In the mornings, she even stays in bed until we come get her - I don't know how long that will last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-195407890595563758?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/195407890595563758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=195407890595563758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/195407890595563758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/195407890595563758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/carolines-big-girl-bedroom.html' title='Caroline&apos;s Big Girl Bedroom'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1sSgwS52I/AAAAAAAAA14/-iI1qZ19_Rk/s72-c/DSC_5198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-8342415633824241637</id><published>2010-06-11T15:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:24:31.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snake Whisperer</title><content type='html'>My brother found this little green snake while he was mowing the yard.  He figured Caroline would enjoy seeing it so he picked it up to show her.  She was really unsure of it at first but was touching it by herself after a couple of minutes.  After Uncle Charles let it go, she kept asking to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1wNpqYaEI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/1fsblIRFlEk/s1600/P5060007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1wNpqYaEI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/1fsblIRFlEk/s400/P5060007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480159701403985986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1wOJG_XSI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EPJGnxIyKJc/s1600/P5060006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1wOJG_XSI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EPJGnxIyKJc/s400/P5060006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480159709845478690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One Saturday morning, we decided to fix cinnamon rolls.  Caroline put on her chef hat and helped daddy ice them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1xsn29_wI/AAAAAAAAA2g/LhGBSmjUIRY/s1600/CMR+04-04-10+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1xsn29_wI/AAAAAAAAA2g/LhGBSmjUIRY/s400/CMR+04-04-10+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480161333007482626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1wNOolMqI/AAAAAAAAA2I/2cRgxlrHGjI/s1600/DSC_5187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1wNOolMqI/AAAAAAAAA2I/2cRgxlrHGjI/s400/DSC_5187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480159694148678306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/renegarc/Pictures/Caroline/At%20Home/April%202010/CMR%2004-04-10%20001.JPG" alt="" /&gt;I had to include the latest pigtail picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1wM59I-HI/AAAAAAAAA2A/mDSPtyiZo3Y/s1600/DSC_5327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1wM59I-HI/AAAAAAAAA2A/mDSPtyiZo3Y/s400/DSC_5327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480159688597764210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-8342415633824241637?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8342415633824241637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=8342415633824241637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8342415633824241637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8342415633824241637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/snake-whisperer.html' title='The Snake Whisperer'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1wNpqYaEI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/1fsblIRFlEk/s72-c/P5060007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-1810414423526117328</id><published>2010-06-07T16:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:20:55.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day in Atlanta</title><content type='html'>We went to Atlanta to visit Cal's family for Mother's Day.  It was Caroline's first overnight trip, and she did really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really enjoyed playing with the "old" phone.  She knew exactly what it was even though it had a cord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1n9tUo1QI/AAAAAAAAA0w/55R6hnE77H4/s1600/DSC_5218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1n9tUo1QI/AAAAAAAAA0w/55R6hnE77H4/s400/DSC_5218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150631415600386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a yummy cookout that Saturday night, and Granny Jessica and Caroline sat outside to watch Aunt Susan and daddy cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1n9GLXGnI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5X9zJRs-2wI/s1600/DSC_5224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1n9GLXGnI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5X9zJRs-2wI/s400/DSC_5224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150620907706994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, we had lunch at Aunt Laura's house.  Caroline made herself at home "riding" Uncle Allen's Harley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1n8B2H_KI/AAAAAAAAA0g/jIA_DGlVICI/s1600/DSC_5225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1n8B2H_KI/AAAAAAAAA0g/jIA_DGlVICI/s400/DSC_5225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150602565024930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin Caitlin pulled out her old tutu so Caroline could be a ballerina.  Caitlin got it for her because Caroline asked me if she could be naked.  I told her she couldn't run around naked.  Her reply, "I'll walk then."  She is so funny sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1n4t1PVlI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/cUcyy8A-26s/s1600/DSC_5237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1n4t1PVlI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/cUcyy8A-26s/s400/DSC_5237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150545652995666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Performing for the crowd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1n4JHau4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/0mL2oNfnIF4/s1600/DSC_5247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1n4JHau4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/0mL2oNfnIF4/s400/DSC_5247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150535797128066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nr9scs8I/AAAAAAAAA0I/DCc6bEFcvVA/s1600/DSC_5261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nr9scs8I/AAAAAAAAA0I/DCc6bEFcvVA/s400/DSC_5261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150326572790722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nrpxGkLI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ghWK1gGSV3w/s1600/DSC_5262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nrpxGkLI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ghWK1gGSV3w/s400/DSC_5262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150321223602354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Caroline got tired of the tutu, Caitlin got her a T-shirt to wear.  Caroline then became a dress up doll, which she loved.  Caitlin graciously gave Caroline the white watch you see pictured here.  She wears it all the time.  In fact, we often have to fight to take it off at bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nrJkuKBI/AAAAAAAAAz4/QQ9gya8Ont0/s1600/DSC_5274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nrJkuKBI/AAAAAAAAAz4/QQ9gya8Ont0/s400/DSC_5274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150312581736466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love her look in this picture - don't hate me because I'm beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nq667ogI/AAAAAAAAAzw/U0O03BrnRXs/s1600/DSC_5293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nq667ogI/AAAAAAAAAzw/U0O03BrnRXs/s400/DSC_5293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150308648362498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Laura's flowers were so pretty we wanted to take Caroline's picture with them.  We had to wait for her to finish her milk - models are so demanding!!!  I can't believe how grown-up she looks in these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nbALz2iI/AAAAAAAAAzo/3DFmG5MRtcE/s1600/DSC_5299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nbALz2iI/AAAAAAAAAzo/3DFmG5MRtcE/s400/DSC_5299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150035183426082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta have the Dora sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nalKCyjI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Obd2aHx8eLQ/s1600/DSC_5311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nalKCyjI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Obd2aHx8eLQ/s400/DSC_5311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150027928259122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1naP3dxkI/AAAAAAAAAzY/PD63W-aBPC4/s1600/DSC_5314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1naP3dxkI/AAAAAAAAAzY/PD63W-aBPC4/s400/DSC_5314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150022213191234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back on the Harley - looking cool with the shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nZwTRmwI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/x4Tn_P93SVk/s1600/DSC_5318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1nZwTRmwI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/x4Tn_P93SVk/s400/DSC_5318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480150013739899650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-1810414423526117328?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1810414423526117328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=1810414423526117328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/1810414423526117328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/1810414423526117328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/mothers-day-in-atlanta.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day in Atlanta'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/TA1n9tUo1QI/AAAAAAAAA0w/55R6hnE77H4/s72-c/DSC_5218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-1836165032030222276</id><published>2010-04-22T16:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:22:02.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's obviously been a while since I posted anything, so I'm posting several random pictures to try and catch myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline learned how to turn flips (by accident) a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C980yKVWI/AAAAAAAAAzA/DCk_JvX1zfU/s1600/DSC_5153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C980yKVWI/AAAAAAAAAzA/DCk_JvX1zfU/s400/DSC_5153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463075200659248482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C98YMUXaI/AAAAAAAAAy4/QpEh3rwNTNs/s1600/DSC_5154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C98YMUXaI/AAAAAAAAAy4/QpEh3rwNTNs/s400/DSC_5154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463075192984329634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't everyone wear galoshes to do gymnastics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C97vdbwPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/gGN89VcCPTU/s1600/DSC_5157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C97vdbwPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/gGN89VcCPTU/s400/DSC_5157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463075182050263282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline said this was her swimsuit. In case you can't tell, it's the step stool she uses to reach the sink to wash her hands!  Kids' imaginations are great.  She definitely has an active one -- which is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9cstQq2I/AAAAAAAAAyo/myltpqycDi0/s1600/DSC_5167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9cstQq2I/AAAAAAAAAyo/myltpqycDi0/s400/DSC_5167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463074648735394658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Cal's birthday cake that  Caroline decorated by herself.  I gave her tubes of icing, and this was her creation. We think it looks like modern art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9SnBPZnI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/h1jtBZHWSPI/s1600/DSC_5173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9SnBPZnI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/h1jtBZHWSPI/s400/DSC_5173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463074475409892978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9SKW93NI/AAAAAAAAAyI/FyH1Z5uFmY4/s1600/DSC_5177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9SKW93NI/AAAAAAAAAyI/FyH1Z5uFmY4/s400/DSC_5177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463074467716390098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took advantage of a great day in March to go to the zoo.  This was the first time Caroline went to the petting zoo.  I personally think they are nasty, but we were with friends who wanted to go and, of course, so did Caroline.  She really enjoyed brushing the goats.  I think we'll probably have to go every time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9RSl2jXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/SoNQuiSsP5s/s1600/DSCN0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9RSl2jXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/SoNQuiSsP5s/s400/DSCN0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463074452746440050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9Qx9GflI/AAAAAAAAAxw/_Vjbt1TNGeg/s1600/DSCN0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9Qx9GflI/AAAAAAAAAxw/_Vjbt1TNGeg/s400/DSCN0524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463074443985583698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first I wasn't sure what Caroline was doing here (with her french fry), but she explained she had her toothpick like Ger. Whew, what a relief she wasn't doing something else!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9cQyhnMI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4Eqtwbcr4-I/s1600/DSCN0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9cQyhnMI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4Eqtwbcr4-I/s400/DSCN0530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463074641241283778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9cMwFpyI/AAAAAAAAAyY/QJe-n4DkAtk/s1600/DSCN0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C9cMwFpyI/AAAAAAAAAyY/QJe-n4DkAtk/s400/DSCN0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463074640157320994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline actually posing for a picture -- with a real smile.  But don't look too closely at that smile because her mouth is really dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C98yRA-_I/AAAAAAAAAzI/aGE20zGIiNo/s1600/Amanda+and+Caroline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C98yRA-_I/AAAAAAAAAzI/aGE20zGIiNo/s400/Amanda+and+Caroline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463075199983352818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-1836165032030222276?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1836165032030222276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=1836165032030222276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/1836165032030222276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/1836165032030222276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-Up'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S9C980yKVWI/AAAAAAAAAzA/DCk_JvX1zfU/s72-c/DSC_5153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-5420192627591652348</id><published>2010-03-14T08:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:40:50.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Get Together</title><content type='html'>Caroline has a Pottery Barn chair that is obviously designed for kids.  For some reason, she wanted me to sit in it.  I was a little nervous, but it is apparently really well made.  After I sat down, Caroline decided to climb in behind me and pull me back against her to smash her.  I don't know why, but she seemed to really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zoo2b5YJI/AAAAAAAAAxo/WsgaBA-v-os/s1600-h/DSC_5123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zoo2b5YJI/AAAAAAAAAxo/WsgaBA-v-os/s400/DSC_5123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448485437716390034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zooNCFCiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/XpQ5Z2C6izo/s1600-h/DSC_5125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zooNCFCiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/XpQ5Z2C6izo/s400/DSC_5125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448485426602248738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the smashing, she started playing with her dollhouse.  Her Aunt Linda gave it to her for Christmas 2008, and Caroline plays with it EVERY day, several times a day.  It is the best toy she has ever gotten - we can't believe how much she still plays with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zoE3AXLSI/AAAAAAAAAxY/hfutWfbtwxg/s1600-h/DSC_5133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zoE3AXLSI/AAAAAAAAAxY/hfutWfbtwxg/s400/DSC_5133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448484819394047266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her chair is very versatile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zoEQwAYgI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/JQubewIwaqo/s1600-h/DSC_5137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zoEQwAYgI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/JQubewIwaqo/s400/DSC_5137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448484809124897282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zoD1XNQeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/SL4wf3zu2AY/s1600-h/DSC_5141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zoD1XNQeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/SL4wf3zu2AY/s400/DSC_5141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448484801773126114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline loves to dance.  We do this a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zoDRRpSiI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SoRVwGYfu3E/s1600-h/DSC_5144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zoDRRpSiI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SoRVwGYfu3E/s400/DSC_5144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448484792086120994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During our get together, my dad was lifting Caroline up to let her touch the ceiling.  She would stick her hand up and as she got closer to the ceiling she would start pulling her hand down and say, "I can't reach."  After several times, Grammie told everyone she could touch the ceiling - I think we all looked at her like she was crazy.  She ran up the stairs and touched the ceiling from the stairs.  Caroline looking very unimpressed said, "Grammie, come down to the living room and do it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-5420192627591652348?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5420192627591652348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=5420192627591652348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/5420192627591652348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/5420192627591652348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/family-get-together.html' title='Family Get Together'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S5zoo2b5YJI/AAAAAAAAAxo/WsgaBA-v-os/s72-c/DSC_5123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-2008486878540545532</id><published>2010-03-14T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:40:39.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline's sizes</title><content type='html'>A few people ask what size Caroline wears from time to time, so I will try to update the blog every time there is a change in size.  Right now she fits perfectly in 3T.  For summer I have been buying 4T, so it will last all summer.  I figure at some point her growth will slow down, so I'm hoping she can wear 4T for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-2008486878540545532?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2008486878540545532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=2008486878540545532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2008486878540545532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2008486878540545532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/carolines-sizes.html' title='Caroline&apos;s sizes'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-7441104473225257117</id><published>2010-02-22T14:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:40:30.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up</title><content type='html'>Caroline has decided what she wants to be when she grows up.  Here's what she told me this morning - "When I get older, I'm going to be a spider."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-7441104473225257117?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7441104473225257117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=7441104473225257117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7441104473225257117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7441104473225257117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-6170868558585457791</id><published>2010-02-17T14:36:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:12:30.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG Snow</title><content type='html'>The end of January, we actually had quite a bit of snow.  It was great!!  We had about 5 inches and 1/2 - 1 inch of ice on top.  Since it was so cold, I think it took us longer to get dress than we spent outside playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Caroline all bundled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xV0FLHF8I/AAAAAAAAAw4/JpHC0OiLDzE/s1600-h/DSC_4957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xV0FLHF8I/AAAAAAAAAw4/JpHC0OiLDzE/s400/DSC_4957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439316803187054530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately the ice was all Caroline had to play with, you really couldn't get to the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xUaRqhrhI/AAAAAAAAAww/PsxPCvdqSO0/s1600-h/DSC_4965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xUaRqhrhI/AAAAAAAAAww/PsxPCvdqSO0/s400/DSC_4965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439315260351819282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to stomp the ice to get it to break every time I put my foot down - Caroline didn't make a dent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xUaBHeuII/AAAAAAAAAwo/Tm0U8Pjj1wQ/s1600-h/DSC_4993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xUaBHeuII/AAAAAAAAAwo/Tm0U8Pjj1wQ/s400/DSC_4993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439315255909857410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the view from our backyard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xUZbFn8wI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_7XQdzvWAEw/s1600-h/DSC_5001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xUZbFn8wI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_7XQdzvWAEw/s400/DSC_5001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439315245701526274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline did find a little snow to knock off the window sill.  She was ready to go inside at this point, but we convinced her to stay out a little longer.  To be honest, ice really isn't that fun - you can't make anything with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xUZJUFlDI/AAAAAAAAAwY/61eLD_2Lt7I/s1600-h/DSC_5009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xUZJUFlDI/AAAAAAAAAwY/61eLD_2Lt7I/s400/DSC_5009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439315240930350130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xUY2lLwJI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/WOPNFUl5KJc/s1600-h/DSC_5033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xUY2lLwJI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/WOPNFUl5KJc/s400/DSC_5033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439315235901784210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I pulled this chuck of ice off the grill cover.  Caroline had fun throwing the ice down and breaking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTts1eutI/AAAAAAAAAwI/UiW-vCLdGj4/s1600-h/DSC_5048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTts1eutI/AAAAAAAAAwI/UiW-vCLdGj4/s400/DSC_5048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439314494551407314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTtA_rEtI/AAAAAAAAAwA/4mpjstNZLmY/s1600-h/DSC_5049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTtA_rEtI/AAAAAAAAAwA/4mpjstNZLmY/s400/DSC_5049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439314482782999250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was clearing the grill cover, I found snow underneath and made a pile for Caroline.  She really enjoyed playing with the snow.  I just wish we had gone out the day before when there was no ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTspgCA_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/fs9I9AWkuUQ/s1600-h/DSC_5063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTspgCA_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/fs9I9AWkuUQ/s400/DSC_5063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439314476476269554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTsEcnJvI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-5cFbl90NLU/s1600-h/DSC_5069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTsEcnJvI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-5cFbl90NLU/s400/DSC_5069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439314466529814258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTr5TJXiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ovXotXWK1bQ/s1600-h/DSC_5073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTr5TJXiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ovXotXWK1bQ/s400/DSC_5073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439314463537323554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was ready to go inside - and I guess Cal and I weren't cooperating - so she took off by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTfKSsLvI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ZgxOiO8ZpB0/s1600-h/DSC_5086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTfKSsLvI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ZgxOiO8ZpB0/s400/DSC_5086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439314244760514290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were walking inside the garage, I looked down and saw this ladybug laying on top of the ice.  It was kind of odd looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTe-FiSqI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Cc3fMf6cXJY/s1600-h/DSC_5089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTe-FiSqI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Cc3fMf6cXJY/s400/DSC_5089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439314241484114594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the ice melted, Caroline and I played in the snow.  She had so much fun.  She loves Frosty the Snowman from the 1960s that comes on TV around Christmas time, so we built a snowman.  I took this picture while she was taking her nap - a couple of hours after we made it.  I call it our Charlie Brown Snowman.  The important thing is that Caroline really liked it and got to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTeeaZwtI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/sdCob1WSCrM/s1600-h/DSC_5093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTeeaZwtI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/sdCob1WSCrM/s400/DSC_5093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439314232981701330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The same night, I looked outside and saw this.  I was sure it would fall off during the middle of the night and wake Caroline up - her bedroom is right above the front porch roof - but we never heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTeGlJn6I/AAAAAAAAAvI/qs66ZGgrXoI/s1600-h/DSC_5098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTeGlJn6I/AAAAAAAAAvI/qs66ZGgrXoI/s400/DSC_5098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439314226584330146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTd8dPQCI/AAAAAAAAAvA/qm28jsz5GgE/s1600-h/DSC_5101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xTd8dPQCI/AAAAAAAAAvA/qm28jsz5GgE/s400/DSC_5101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439314223866789922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-6170868558585457791?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6170868558585457791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=6170868558585457791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6170868558585457791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6170868558585457791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-snow_17.html' title='The BIG Snow'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S3xV0FLHF8I/AAAAAAAAAw4/JpHC0OiLDzE/s72-c/DSC_4957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-8626904796202009128</id><published>2010-02-02T14:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:36:04.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Scientist</title><content type='html'>A couple of Saturdays ago, we went to my parents to visit.  Caroline found Uncle Charles's goggles and - since everything she sees belongs to her - put them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2iRw-Y2GiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/qyYfs_zbHXk/s1600-h/DSC_4866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2iRw-Y2GiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/qyYfs_zbHXk/s400/DSC_4866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433753220989458978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried to get her to put them on correctly, but I think they felt too tight on her face.  She started chewing on them instead - until we realized what she was doing.  Hopefully Uncle Charles hasn't noticed the bite marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2iRwdIHOoI/AAAAAAAAArw/M2hqMym9oiA/s1600-h/DSC_4867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2iRwdIHOoI/AAAAAAAAArw/M2hqMym9oiA/s400/DSC_4867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433753212060908162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next Saturday, we visited Granny Jessica and Aunt Linda, and everyone had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2iRwKowRUI/AAAAAAAAAro/PK_SAQXfooQ/s1600-h/DSC_4914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2iRwKowRUI/AAAAAAAAAro/PK_SAQXfooQ/s400/DSC_4914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433753207097541954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, someone missed her nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2iRvlnQ7OI/AAAAAAAAArg/wEhibolmXMs/s1600-h/DSC_4920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2iRvlnQ7OI/AAAAAAAAArg/wEhibolmXMs/s400/DSC_4920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433753197159181538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-8626904796202009128?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8626904796202009128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=8626904796202009128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8626904796202009128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8626904796202009128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/cute-scientist.html' title='Cute Scientist'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2iRw-Y2GiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/qyYfs_zbHXk/s72-c/DSC_4866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-7838475401270465711</id><published>2010-01-28T14:06:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:08:23.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Day &amp; The 1st Snow</title><content type='html'>On New Year's Day, we went to Cal's cousins, Chris and Christy's, house - we didn't get to see them at Christmas because Christy was sick.  Below is the reason we don't ask Caroline to smile for the camera anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2HvKB5ua6I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Ane84bBTO00/s1600-h/DSC_4764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2HvKB5ua6I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Ane84bBTO00/s400/DSC_4764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431885581173812130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were there, Chris and Christy gave Caroline the coolest Elmo microwave for Christmas.  It has a turntable that rotates, and  a couple of the pieces of food actually pop up when they are done.  She played with it nonstop for a couple of days.  Now it is in the normal rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2HvJkgq77I/AAAAAAAAAqw/Ue3lvesRWYU/s1600-h/DSC_4806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2HvJkgq77I/AAAAAAAAAqw/Ue3lvesRWYU/s400/DSC_4806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431885573284097970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below, Chris is giving Caroline a piggyback ride.  She loved it!  Although she doesn't like men (except daddy, her granddads and Uncle Charles), she has definitely embraced Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2HvJZEYgbI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5qGdtdjMbFw/s1600-h/DSC_4810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2HvJZEYgbI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5qGdtdjMbFw/s400/DSC_4810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431885570212659634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first snow of the winter (the next morning) was so deep we could hardly walk.  HA! If you look really hard on the ground and in the air, you might see a few flakes. But, when we told Caroline it was snowing, she said, "I have to get my boots on and go outside," so we did.  It was SO COLD that day we stayed out less than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2HueXwJvaI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Gj-gmFvG3oA/s1600-h/DSC_4822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2HueXwJvaI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Gj-gmFvG3oA/s400/DSC_4822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431884831124995490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2HueAKsTqI/AAAAAAAAAqY/0yRyk4Kl7UA/s1600-h/DSC_4826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2HueAKsTqI/AAAAAAAAAqY/0yRyk4Kl7UA/s400/DSC_4826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431884824793861794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Cal and I were fixing breakfast, Caroline had to play with her new microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2Hudu4StrI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/bhVunLQ0wEY/s1600-h/DSC_4833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2Hudu4StrI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/bhVunLQ0wEY/s400/DSC_4833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431884820153284274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2Hudf0PsUI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ikg6aUMHuBA/s1600-h/DSC_4839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2Hudf0PsUI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ikg6aUMHuBA/s400/DSC_4839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431884816109777218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could this be a new trend - how many hair accessories can we fit in our hair?  She wanted more, but I finally convinced her they wouldn't fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2Huc01eoEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/fJf9FkSspJQ/s1600-h/DSC_4859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2Huc01eoEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/fJf9FkSspJQ/s400/DSC_4859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431884804572225602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-7838475401270465711?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7838475401270465711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=7838475401270465711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7838475401270465711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7838475401270465711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-day-1st-snow.html' title='New Year&apos;s Day &amp; The 1st Snow'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S2HvKB5ua6I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Ane84bBTO00/s72-c/DSC_4764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-1873415730372944573</id><published>2010-01-11T15:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:46:15.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning at Home 2009</title><content type='html'>On Christmas morning, both sets of grandparents and my brother (Uncle Charles) came over to see what Santa brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T64Pgv7qI/AAAAAAAAApI/Qezqx-pwbCM/s1600-h/DSC_4401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T64Pgv7qI/AAAAAAAAApI/Qezqx-pwbCM/s400/DSC_4401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735695404428962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Caroline first sat on the Sit 'n Spin, she wanted me to do all the work and turn her.  She figured out pretty quickly that it's a lot more fun when she does it herself - she goes a lot faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T6lx7ZEoI/AAAAAAAAApA/tFI8RTSW1oo/s1600-h/DSC_4435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T6lx7ZEoI/AAAAAAAAApA/tFI8RTSW1oo/s400/DSC_4435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735378225468034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa brought a Dora doll that actually smells like strawberries and came with a brush which Caroline enjoys using.  Unfortunately for Dora, her hair doesn't look that good anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T6lQLXDHI/AAAAAAAAAo4/l8S3ZDim-RY/s1600-h/DSC_4456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T6lQLXDHI/AAAAAAAAAo4/l8S3ZDim-RY/s400/DSC_4456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735369165638770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had so much fun tearing wrapping paper this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T6lEyIzPI/AAAAAAAAAow/Cok19XHAwGY/s1600-h/DSC_4530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T6lEyIzPI/AAAAAAAAAow/Cok19XHAwGY/s400/DSC_4530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735366107057394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cal and I got her a shopping cart.  Once she opened it, she started putting presents in it and pushing them over to the spot where she was opening her presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T6k1VZGzI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VsvB8ABqNKc/s1600-h/DSC_4569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T6k1VZGzI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VsvB8ABqNKc/s400/DSC_4569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735361959959346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, she would put her trash in it and push it over to Ger for disposal.  It really kept things nice and neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T6kgaCOxI/AAAAAAAAAog/857uf0nQjnQ/s1600-h/DSC_4583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T6kgaCOxI/AAAAAAAAAog/857uf0nQjnQ/s400/DSC_4583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735356342287122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She brought another present over to open, and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T5kONTHlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/KdmzTOPFh-o/s1600-h/DSC_4600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T5kONTHlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/KdmzTOPFh-o/s400/DSC_4600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423734251945401938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;took another load to Ger.  It was really cute to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T5j5jUkSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/oekcxFwIox0/s1600-h/DSC_4605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T5j5jUkSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/oekcxFwIox0/s400/DSC_4605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423734246400626978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grammie and Ger got her a tutu.  We were trying to get her to pose like a ballerina (since we know so much about it) - this is her interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T5jlT7YtI/AAAAAAAAAoI/RA9Ru_U_LaQ/s1600-h/DSC_4638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T5jlT7YtI/AAAAAAAAAoI/RA9Ru_U_LaQ/s400/DSC_4638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423734240967353042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T5jYNkozI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-h9EW5m-qrc/s1600-h/DSC_4648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T5jYNkozI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-h9EW5m-qrc/s400/DSC_4648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423734237451035442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Grandpa got Caroline a Minnie Mouse cash register.  She sometimes uses the scanner as a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T5iw9FZHI/AAAAAAAAAn4/0tYMxIOsXlc/s1600-h/DSC_4678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T5iw9FZHI/AAAAAAAAAn4/0tYMxIOsXlc/s400/DSC_4678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423734226912896114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline was so much fun during Christmas this year.  She really enjoyed it.  I think next year will be even better!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-1873415730372944573?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1873415730372944573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=1873415730372944573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/1873415730372944573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/1873415730372944573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-morning-at-home-2009.html' title='Christmas Morning at Home 2009'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T64Pgv7qI/AAAAAAAAApI/Qezqx-pwbCM/s72-c/DSC_4401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-2985047532852657037</id><published>2010-01-11T15:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:35:02.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Shelbyville 2009</title><content type='html'>Cal's aunts and Granny Jessica gave Caroline a recordable version of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Night Before Christmas&lt;/span&gt; with each one reading a page or two.  Caroline loves hearing it over and over.  She'll probably have it memorized by next Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7WgkVKnI/AAAAAAAAAp4/hGPyaLbpjek/s1600-h/DSC_4715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7WgkVKnI/AAAAAAAAAp4/hGPyaLbpjek/s400/DSC_4715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423736215378930290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline definitely enjoyed playing with Rocky.  He was very patient and gentle with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7M3qdBEI/AAAAAAAAApw/vv_ZZ4Bih1c/s1600-h/DSC_4724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7M3qdBEI/AAAAAAAAApw/vv_ZZ4Bih1c/s400/DSC_4724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423736049779934274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She kept hugging him again and again, and he mostly stood there and let her do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7MlhrSdI/AAAAAAAAApo/TKiqFjG7kEY/s1600-h/DSC_4732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7MlhrSdI/AAAAAAAAApo/TKiqFjG7kEY/s400/DSC_4732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423736044911282642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Diane gave Caroline a pram.  For the first few days, we had to take it everywhere we went - good thing we have an SUV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7MTPuf_I/AAAAAAAAApg/LdBf715lpZ8/s1600-h/DSC_4739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7MTPuf_I/AAAAAAAAApg/LdBf715lpZ8/s400/DSC_4739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423736040004157426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the festivities, Caroline helped vacuum the rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7MNyDEAI/AAAAAAAAApY/pgCEGZdhMkM/s1600-h/DSC_4745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7MNyDEAI/AAAAAAAAApY/pgCEGZdhMkM/s400/DSC_4745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423736038537498626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason, she would not move from this spot.  She would reach out as far as she could - that one strip was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7Ll-Ai-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/rYR7kA-NQQw/s1600-h/DSC_4749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7Ll-Ai-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/rYR7kA-NQQw/s400/DSC_4749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423736027850247138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-2985047532852657037?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2985047532852657037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=2985047532852657037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2985047532852657037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2985047532852657037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-in-shelbyville-2009.html' title='Christmas in Shelbyville 2009'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T7WgkVKnI/AAAAAAAAAp4/hGPyaLbpjek/s72-c/DSC_4715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-6532881357932182997</id><published>2010-01-07T13:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:14:29.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve 2009</title><content type='html'>On Christmas Eve, Caroline received the traditional Christmas pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T1sV4xhQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/DpqFrdWuPs4/s1600-h/DSC_4357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T1sV4xhQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/DpqFrdWuPs4/s400/DSC_4357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423729993399239938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Cal asked her to hold them up so he could take a picture, this is what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T1rwQIuTI/AAAAAAAAAno/xR8xx1S1HYo/s1600-h/DSC_4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T1rwQIuTI/AAAAAAAAAno/xR8xx1S1HYo/s400/DSC_4359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423729983296682290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to be a little more specific for the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T1rr__MkI/AAAAAAAAAng/hhhdigirmTY/s1600-h/DSC_4360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T1rr__MkI/AAAAAAAAAng/hhhdigirmTY/s400/DSC_4360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423729982155207234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline wanted to leave cookies for Santa on her plate with a glass of milk and a Nemo napkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T1rSsBK4I/AAAAAAAAAnY/eWUDotKfh4Q/s1600-h/DSC_4367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T1rSsBK4I/AAAAAAAAAnY/eWUDotKfh4Q/s400/DSC_4367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423729975360564098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are presents Caroline put under the tree for some of our family.  They are sorted by wrapping paper and in a straight line - I can't imagine where she gets that!!  Ha, Ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T1q7uSInI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/12Q8ifk_lB8/s1600-h/DSC_4376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T1q7uSInI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/12Q8ifk_lB8/s400/DSC_4376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423729969196049010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-6532881357932182997?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6532881357932182997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=6532881357932182997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6532881357932182997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6532881357932182997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-eve-2009.html' title='Christmas Eve 2009'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0T1sV4xhQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/DpqFrdWuPs4/s72-c/DSC_4357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-7712494597214027915</id><published>2010-01-05T14:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:55:28.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking: Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>The Sunday before Christmas we decided to knock out almost all of our baking.  This was the first year Caroline really participated, and she had so much fun making sugar cookies.  She helped roll out the dough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0OmQsiVdSI/AAAAAAAAAnI/De2TSYgl084/s1600-h/DSC_4307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0OmQsiVdSI/AAAAAAAAAnI/De2TSYgl084/s400/DSC_4307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423361182047499554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cut out cookies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0OmQC6xVvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/dfRF1RgCj54/s1600-h/DSC_4298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0OmQC6xVvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/dfRF1RgCj54/s400/DSC_4298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423361170875700978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and make fingerprints in the cookies as she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smashed &lt;/span&gt;them into the cookie sheet.  Unfortunately, I can't say there were no cookies harmed in the making of this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0OmPyRixyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/WYs06oWyqYs/s1600-h/DSC_4288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0OmPyRixyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/WYs06oWyqYs/s400/DSC_4288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423361166407812898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earlier that day we went to the mall to use a coupon that was about to expire.  Caroline and I went to Gymboree while daddy tried on shoes.  She had been wanting an umbrella for months, and we FINALLY found a good one!!!  As soon as we got home, she opened it up and started carrying it around (and no we're not superstitious).  As you can see,  she didn't even waste time taking off her coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0OmPoURjgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EGHEp3IZem4/s1600-h/DSC_4259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0OmPoURjgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EGHEp3IZem4/s400/DSC_4259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423361163734912514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a couple of mintues of picture taking, she decided she wanted to take daddy's picture with the umbrella.  I only helped keep the camera steady and Cal actually made it in the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0OmPAEWmqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/5eZPLutpSOo/s1600-h/DSC_4273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0OmPAEWmqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/5eZPLutpSOo/s400/DSC_4273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423361152930716322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-7712494597214027915?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7712494597214027915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=7712494597214027915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7712494597214027915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7712494597214027915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-baking-2009.html' title='Baking: Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/S0OmQsiVdSI/AAAAAAAAAnI/De2TSYgl084/s72-c/DSC_4307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-3089034317531913813</id><published>2009-12-19T20:47:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:50:53.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline &amp; The Fatboy</title><content type='html'>When my mother-in-law's best friend found out that Caroline loves motorcycles, her husband offered to let Caroline come "test drive" his yellow Harley Fatboy! We knew Caroline would be so excited, and she was.  At first, she wouldn't sit on it alone - I think she was afraid she was going to slide off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvez4HOm4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/AKW2mTwmGI8/s1600-h/DSC_3993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvez4HOm4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/AKW2mTwmGI8/s400/DSC_3993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416667959660551042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, she decided she wanted to have it all to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvezk3XrwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/aFNQdjyw_HM/s1600-h/CMR+12-05-09+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvezk3XrwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/aFNQdjyw_HM/s400/CMR+12-05-09+131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416667954493763330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvd-URRa_I/AAAAAAAAAk0/NuyzRTP2zyE/s1600-h/CMR+12-05-09+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvd-URRa_I/AAAAAAAAAk0/NuyzRTP2zyE/s400/CMR+12-05-09+132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416667039505935346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got a little more adventurous the longer she sat on it.  Look - no feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvd9-w2Q2I/AAAAAAAAAks/y-ijelTjr4I/s1600-h/CMR+12-05-09+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvd9-w2Q2I/AAAAAAAAAks/y-ijelTjr4I/s400/CMR+12-05-09+133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416667033732793186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline finally decided to share, and we got this priceless family photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sy2dTTs78XI/AAAAAAAAAlk/oQt_517PD78/s1600-h/CMR+12-05-09+195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sy2dTTs78XI/AAAAAAAAAlk/oQt_517PD78/s400/CMR+12-05-09+195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417158881828401522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After she was done with the Harley (primarily because she was cold), she enjoyed bouncing endlessly on the rebounder. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvd9jErUaI/AAAAAAAAAkk/K-KwG9UKA-U/s1600-h/CMR+12-05-09+222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvd9jErUaI/AAAAAAAAAkk/K-KwG9UKA-U/s400/CMR+12-05-09+222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416667026299769250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. . . and dancing . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sy2aBNlRWJI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xFAW29i3RSM/s1600-h/CMR+12-05-09+288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sy2aBNlRWJI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xFAW29i3RSM/s400/CMR+12-05-09+288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417155272413108370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. . . sometimes, in unconventional ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sy2akwBiL1I/AAAAAAAAAlc/9wYDCUg8MXQ/s1600-h/CMR+12-05-09+297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sy2akwBiL1I/AAAAAAAAAlc/9wYDCUg8MXQ/s400/CMR+12-05-09+297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417155882953879378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After warming up, it was time for round #2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvd9M6rX6I/AAAAAAAAAkc/LzsFN67quPo/s1600-h/CMR+12-05-09+334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvd9M6rX6I/AAAAAAAAAkc/LzsFN67quPo/s400/CMR+12-05-09+334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416667020352249762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my Harley!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sy2TrzOVYnI/AAAAAAAAAlM/m1OodLsMEC8/s1600-h/CMR+12-05-09+336b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sy2TrzOVYnI/AAAAAAAAAlM/m1OodLsMEC8/s400/CMR+12-05-09+336b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417148307490562674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvd8vbcFiI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ssERIBpGZ3I/s1600-h/DSC_4234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvd8vbcFiI/AAAAAAAAAkU/ssERIBpGZ3I/s400/DSC_4234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416667012436596258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-3089034317531913813?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3089034317531913813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=3089034317531913813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/3089034317531913813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/3089034317531913813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/caroline-fatboy.html' title='Caroline &amp; The Fatboy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Syvez4HOm4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/AKW2mTwmGI8/s72-c/DSC_3993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-1286943556371133958</id><published>2009-12-18T13:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:42:46.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the Art Museum</title><content type='html'>I decided to take Caroline to the Frist Center for the Visual Arts, because they had a free admission day on Wednesday.  When we arrived, I took her to the gallery to look at the art work (just to see what she would think).  After about 2 minutes, she said, "I want to go to the art museum," so I took her to the kid's area.  It's an interactive area, so she began by using colored pencils to create her masterpiece.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SyvT8FIqVWI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BmP-Q7sMPm8/s1600-h/DSCN0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SyvT8FIqVWI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BmP-Q7sMPm8/s400/DSCN0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416656005967271266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SyvT75dtHhI/AAAAAAAAAkE/BG6gJl4JMjU/s1600-h/DSCN0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SyvT75dtHhI/AAAAAAAAAkE/BG6gJl4JMjU/s400/DSCN0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416656002834308626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, she painted for the first time in her life which she really enjoyed.  When it was time to leave, she didn't want to go.  I guess there will probably be a return trip in our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SyvT7TU_eyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/NvZo96rgpZI/s1600-h/DSCN0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SyvT7TU_eyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/NvZo96rgpZI/s400/DSCN0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416655992597216034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-1286943556371133958?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1286943556371133958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=1286943556371133958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/1286943556371133958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/1286943556371133958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/visit-to-art-museum.html' title='Visit to the Art Museum'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SyvT8FIqVWI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BmP-Q7sMPm8/s72-c/DSCN0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-9208356162515241312</id><published>2009-12-08T14:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:00:31.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Haircut</title><content type='html'>Caroline had her 1st haircut on Saturday.  We wanted to have her 2-year pictures taken before we cut her hair.  As you can see, it was really long.  She had 4 inches cut off at the longest point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx664tXk_UI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_w7f0v-OpRk/s1600-h/DSC_3862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx664tXk_UI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_w7f0v-OpRk/s400/DSC_3862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412969285559844162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx664K0CHrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/T-_KOq1ESiM/s1600-h/DSC_3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx664K0CHrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/T-_KOq1ESiM/s400/DSC_3880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412969276283952818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline had been getting pretend haircuts for months, so she would be prepared for the real thing.  It really paid off, because she sat still the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx63B9fNJQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/-z52bbEkgZA/s1600-h/DSC_3886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx63B9fNJQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/-z52bbEkgZA/s400/DSC_3886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412965046459114754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think she enjoyed having her hair cut, because she smiled most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx63BtJsSzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4_sKhLxxuJI/s1600-h/DSC_3904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx63BtJsSzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4_sKhLxxuJI/s400/DSC_3904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412965042073914162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looks so grown up now, and the cut is really adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx66_-WoFdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/CkWCqbDWOfM/s1600-h/CMR+12-05-09+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx66_-WoFdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/CkWCqbDWOfM/s400/CMR+12-05-09+079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412969410378339794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx63BC51P-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/VTC4eIjak_k/s1600-h/DSC_3962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx63BC51P-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/VTC4eIjak_k/s400/DSC_3962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412965030733103074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-9208356162515241312?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9208356162515241312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=9208356162515241312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/9208356162515241312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/9208356162515241312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-haircut.html' title='1st Haircut'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx664tXk_UI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_w7f0v-OpRk/s72-c/DSC_3862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-8246383931300359681</id><published>2009-12-08T14:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:50:46.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating: Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>While we were decorating for Christmas, I was going to hang the stockings on the fireplace, but Caroline decided she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to have them.  When I handed them to her, she immediately sat down, took off her crocs and put the stockings on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx60M6iWX6I/AAAAAAAAAio/NHND9VXQviU/s1600-h/DSC_3836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx60M6iWX6I/AAAAAAAAAio/NHND9VXQviU/s400/DSC_3836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412961936110673826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She tried to walk in them, but they were a little too slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx60MpkjO2I/AAAAAAAAAig/6XE3k13YDjg/s1600-h/DSC_3841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx60MpkjO2I/AAAAAAAAAig/6XE3k13YDjg/s400/DSC_3841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412961931556502370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:  Christmas 2007.  This was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;time Caroline put on a stocking!  She did not attempt to walk on this occasion -- she's become such a daredevil at age 2!  In many ways, it seems like yesterday that we were bringing her home.  We can't believe how much she's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx8qQtvTedI/AAAAAAAAAjw/t9NXtSfIwD8/s1600-h/Family+Pics+12-17-07+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx8qQtvTedI/AAAAAAAAAjw/t9NXtSfIwD8/s400/Family+Pics+12-17-07+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413091743766903250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/renegarc/Pictures/Christmas%202007/Family%20Pics%2012-17-07%20052.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-8246383931300359681?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8246383931300359681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=8246383931300359681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8246383931300359681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8246383931300359681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/hanging-stockings.html' title='Decorating: Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sx60M6iWX6I/AAAAAAAAAio/NHND9VXQviU/s72-c/DSC_3836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-531545608127860126</id><published>2009-11-28T19:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:24:49.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Adventure</title><content type='html'>On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caroline's&lt;/span&gt; birthday, we took her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Opry&lt;/span&gt; Mills.  The first place we took her was Build-a-Bear.  She picked a dog - no surprise there - and we named her Maggie.  I love the bows they put in Maggie's hair.  Cal didn't understand why a stuffed animal needed clothes.  He's still learning about little girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIRUHbLXI/AAAAAAAAAh8/O8CmDGNwzYg/s1600/CMR+11-22-09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIRUHbLXI/AAAAAAAAAh8/O8CmDGNwzYg/s400/CMR+11-22-09+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409324827231858034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIQwCIqUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P_IRkuWJH1Q/s1600/CMR+11-22-09+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIQwCIqUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P_IRkuWJH1Q/s400/CMR+11-22-09+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409324817545996610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we ate at Burger King.  We took her for a real birthday lunch on Wednesday to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maggiano's&lt;/span&gt;, her favorite restaurant, where she had her favorite meal - chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parmesan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIHo4q0nI/AAAAAAAAAhs/7TjuUWsDWKE/s1600/CMR+11-22-09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIHo4q0nI/AAAAAAAAAhs/7TjuUWsDWKE/s400/CMR+11-22-09+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409324661008421490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch, we took her to Dave &amp;amp; Buster's.  They have a couple of games she loves to play and win tons of tickets.  Here, she's pretending to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIHJjnnYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9x3FYXoviz0/s1600/CMR+11-22-09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIHJjnnYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9x3FYXoviz0/s400/CMR+11-22-09+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409324652598631810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIGZYmF8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/XZ-3LKc3tqY/s1600/CMR+11-22-09+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIGZYmF8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/XZ-3LKc3tqY/s400/CMR+11-22-09+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409324639667492802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Caroline riding a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIFxaMwPI/AAAAAAAAAhU/__DvGsPNxDU/s1600/CMR+11-22-09+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIFxaMwPI/AAAAAAAAAhU/__DvGsPNxDU/s400/CMR+11-22-09+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409324628936802546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later, she decided to use Maggie's box as a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIFM3ijlI/AAAAAAAAAhM/GswjtlQpU-g/s1600/CMR+11-22-09+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIFM3ijlI/AAAAAAAAAhM/GswjtlQpU-g/s400/CMR+11-22-09+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409324619127754322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-531545608127860126?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/531545608127860126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=531545608127860126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/531545608127860126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/531545608127860126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-adventure.html' title='Birthday Adventure'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SxHIRUHbLXI/AAAAAAAAAh8/O8CmDGNwzYg/s72-c/CMR+11-22-09+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-6124680762442350656</id><published>2009-11-24T13:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:22:46.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline's 2nd Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>We had Caroline's birthday party last Saturday - I still can't believe she is 2.  Caroline is helping daddy grill hamburgers and hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sww5xd-8cYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/VRd7Gxbkf9E/s1600/Cal+and+Caroline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sww5xd-8cYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/VRd7Gxbkf9E/s400/Cal+and+Caroline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407760774590132610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline and her best friend Blair (who were born 10 days apart) are enjoying Cal's grilling - but mostly they are enjoying Doritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sww0uCZ1ocI/AAAAAAAAAg0/C4JkpHLmuuk/s1600/DSC_3383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sww0uCZ1ocI/AAAAAAAAAg0/C4JkpHLmuuk/s400/DSC_3383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407755218088993218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch, we opened presents.  My brother got Caroline the coolest book called Waddle that she loves.  We had to take it away to open more presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Swwz3xQDanI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9BhZaMwjdo/s1600/DSC_3404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Swwz3xQDanI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g9BhZaMwjdo/s400/DSC_3404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407754285771614834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, she loves books.  Cal and I ended up opening most of her presents because she was too focused on the books she got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Swwz3TYl52I/AAAAAAAAAgc/XpiZwDmk4tw/s1600/DSC_3455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Swwz3TYl52I/AAAAAAAAAgc/XpiZwDmk4tw/s400/DSC_3455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407754277754365794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grammie and Ger got her a rocking horse, which she rides several times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Swwz20-CbfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/HvbneDXtthM/s1600/DSC_3577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Swwz20-CbfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/HvbneDXtthM/s400/DSC_3577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407754269589925362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cal and I got her a tricycle.  She also rides on it several times a day.  She doesn't have any trouble pedaling, but we definitely need to work on steering (she is improving though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Swwzi43JmVI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ctv_68dgKBo/s1600/DSC_3600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Swwzi43JmVI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ctv_68dgKBo/s400/DSC_3600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407753927037393234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a Nemo theme for her party.  I made cupcakes and a Nemo cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwwziWBBlNI/AAAAAAAAAgE/RyCgiEw0mFI/s1600/DSC_3636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwwziWBBlNI/AAAAAAAAAgE/RyCgiEw0mFI/s400/DSC_3636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407753917683569874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwwziDfvbgI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pdNWhhzg1D8/s1600/DSC_3644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwwziDfvbgI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pdNWhhzg1D8/s400/DSC_3644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407753912712130050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Swwzh9VJhhI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NYzKflO7e2U/s1600/DSC_3664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Swwzh9VJhhI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NYzKflO7e2U/s400/DSC_3664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407753911057090066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline loved the icing off the cupcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwwzhQHwvtI/AAAAAAAAAfs/5lYDkq0CWq4/s1600/DSC_3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwwzhQHwvtI/AAAAAAAAAfs/5lYDkq0CWq4/s400/DSC_3671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407753898921344722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After everyone left, Caroline enjoyed playing with all her new toys.  We got her cutting food, which is wooden pieces of food held together by velcro.  It comes with a wooden knife and a cutting board.  She sat and played with it for an hour straight after her birthday party.  She has hardly touched her old toys since her birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sww2RUELxxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/aJRlOPBIsOw/s1600/DSC_3736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sww2RUELxxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/aJRlOPBIsOw/s400/DSC_3736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407756923637057298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-6124680762442350656?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6124680762442350656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=6124680762442350656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6124680762442350656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6124680762442350656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/carolines-2nd-birthday-party.html' title='Caroline&apos;s 2nd Birthday Party'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sww5xd-8cYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/VRd7Gxbkf9E/s72-c/Cal+and+Caroline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-6516643670864836114</id><published>2009-11-16T16:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:24:00.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween &amp; Building Shelves</title><content type='html'>Caroline dressed up as Snow White again this year.  She didn't go trick-or-treating because of nap issues but she loves dressing up in her costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwHPWCFWq1I/AAAAAAAAAfk/kxz2ia5h5rs/s1600/DSC_3311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwHPWCFWq1I/AAAAAAAAAfk/kxz2ia5h5rs/s400/DSC_3311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404829005244705618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwHPVlYbHZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ZRWH65NObLU/s1600/DSC_3321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwHPVlYbHZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ZRWH65NObLU/s400/DSC_3321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404828997540060562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent two weekends building shelves for our garage.  Caroline wanted to help and really enjoyed hammering.  Anytime she sees a hammer now she wants to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwHPVVTsmwI/AAAAAAAAAfU/sq73a5ptkmU/s1600/DSC_3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwHPVVTsmwI/AAAAAAAAAfU/sq73a5ptkmU/s400/DSC_3274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404828993225267970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was really concentrating here - you can see her tongue sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwHPVNgM0eI/AAAAAAAAAfM/cVcOWP1CPVo/s1600/DSC_3277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwHPVNgM0eI/AAAAAAAAAfM/cVcOWP1CPVo/s400/DSC_3277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404828991130227170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another cute pigtail picture - I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwHPU_IeWII/AAAAAAAAAfE/FJI9ty_BvS8/s1600/DSC_3265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwHPU_IeWII/AAAAAAAAAfE/FJI9ty_BvS8/s400/DSC_3265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404828987272616066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-6516643670864836114?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6516643670864836114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=6516643670864836114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6516643670864836114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6516643670864836114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-building-shelves.html' title='Halloween &amp; Building Shelves'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SwHPWCFWq1I/AAAAAAAAAfk/kxz2ia5h5rs/s72-c/DSC_3311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-5950858163025449227</id><published>2009-10-30T15:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:25:37.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponytails and Pigtails</title><content type='html'>Caroline has started letting me put her hair in a ponytail some.  It completely changes the way she looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutH1QQGaYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TgFB30uE0sQ/s1600-h/DSC_2983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutH1QQGaYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TgFB30uE0sQ/s400/DSC_2983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398487558554806658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutH1McNc_I/AAAAAAAAAes/C_O6N-03d1M/s1600-h/DSC_3042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutH1McNc_I/AAAAAAAAAes/C_O6N-03d1M/s400/DSC_3042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398487557531857906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutH0zGJZzI/AAAAAAAAAek/dTERnDByyjU/s1600-h/DSC_3045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutH0zGJZzI/AAAAAAAAAek/dTERnDByyjU/s400/DSC_3045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398487550728431410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's how she looks when she decides to pull the ponytail holder out of her hair.  This hair style reminds me of  Donald Trump and Cal of Woody Woodpecker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutHXTfqWmI/AAAAAAAAAec/Ug9ZdMMR6lQ/s1600-h/DSC_3231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutHXTfqWmI/AAAAAAAAAec/Ug9ZdMMR6lQ/s400/DSC_3231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398487044029307490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutHXBCBA_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/PfpL9sL0KqI/s1600-h/DSC_3237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutHXBCBA_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/PfpL9sL0KqI/s400/DSC_3237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398487039073125362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here, she's sporting her chocolate icing mustache.  She did eventually eat a little of the cake part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutHW3DyM3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/pTh-UmHOvV4/s1600-h/DSC_3254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutHW3DyM3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/pTh-UmHOvV4/s400/DSC_3254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398487036396188530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few successful ponytail attempts, I decide to go for pigtails.  She looks so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutHWcWZNwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/iXxPYFrIqgk/s1600-h/DSC_3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutHWcWZNwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/iXxPYFrIqgk/s400/DSC_3212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398487029226485506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutHWAyfHEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UU37gZIG6ZU/s1600-h/DSC_3214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutHWAyfHEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UU37gZIG6ZU/s400/DSC_3214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398487021828119618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutNKyKDScI/AAAAAAAAAe8/MfZIOyn-nLw/s1600-h/CMR+10-18-09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutNKyKDScI/AAAAAAAAAe8/MfZIOyn-nLw/s400/CMR+10-18-09+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398493425991633346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-5950858163025449227?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5950858163025449227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=5950858163025449227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/5950858163025449227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/5950858163025449227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/ponytails-and-pigtails.html' title='Ponytails and Pigtails'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SutH1QQGaYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TgFB30uE0sQ/s72-c/DSC_2983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-2457410722221420610</id><published>2009-10-27T13:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:51:49.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymboree</title><content type='html'>Here we are at Gymboree.  Since we can attend unlimited classes right now, we sometimes go  on Saturday so daddy can join in the fun.  Caroline loves Gymboree!!!   She was so excited daddy came with us that she didn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudBW2VpI5I/AAAAAAAAAcs/bhi5tyn3Xk0/s1600-h/DSC_3048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudBW2VpI5I/AAAAAAAAAcs/bhi5tyn3Xk0/s400/DSC_3048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397354539226047378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudAuWobuDI/AAAAAAAAAck/Q3L6-6Nc2gc/s1600-h/DSC_3059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudAuWobuDI/AAAAAAAAAck/Q3L6-6Nc2gc/s400/DSC_3059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397353843520157746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudAtxsMmwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/X1WI2wx59Ro/s1600-h/DSC_3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudAtxsMmwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/X1WI2wx59Ro/s400/DSC_3071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397353833603832578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Gymboree we went to Grammie and Ger's house.  Grammie bought her a special notebook to write in.  She always wants to use a pen to write/color.  She hardly touches crayons anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudAtqfcADI/AAAAAAAAAcU/i1Wvbvv6LPk/s1600-h/DSC_3081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudAtqfcADI/AAAAAAAAAcU/i1Wvbvv6LPk/s400/DSC_3081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397353831671267378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline and Ger were making "soup."  She loves to help cook.  When I'm cooking, she will ask, "Need help momma?"  The other day I was carrying her things in from the car, and she asked me if I needed help - she is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudAtRI6niI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bK27z-1v99U/s1600-h/DSC_3139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudAtRI6niI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bK27z-1v99U/s400/DSC_3139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397353824865918498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline won't pose with us for many pictures, so I'm glad we got a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudBpCQYeVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ANBfaLEBZNY/s1600-h/DSC_3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudBpCQYeVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ANBfaLEBZNY/s400/DSC_3184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397354851662854482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently Caroline has started singing the entire alphabet.  She usually starts with H for some reason.  When she gets to "now I've sung my ABCs," she starts singing the alphabet again - "now I've sung my ABCDEFGH...and Z, now I've sung my ABCDEFGH, etc."  It has become the song that never ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-2457410722221420610?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2457410722221420610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=2457410722221420610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2457410722221420610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2457410722221420610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/gymboree.html' title='Gymboree'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SudBW2VpI5I/AAAAAAAAAcs/bhi5tyn3Xk0/s72-c/DSC_3048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-9081515256158521498</id><published>2009-10-13T14:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:03:27.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch-A-Truck</title><content type='html'>We went to Touch-a-Truck on Saturday.  Touch-a-Truck is an event with construction equipment and emergency vehicles where kids can explore all the equipment and "drive" most of it.  Caroline loved it!!  Our little girl LOVES construction equipment.  Every time we go somewhere we have to look for equipment - dump trucks, cement mixers, tractors, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTWO4UL6GI/AAAAAAAAAbU/UR84dqFxGQs/s1600-h/DSC_2806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTWO4UL6GI/AAAAAAAAAbU/UR84dqFxGQs/s400/DSC_2806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392170204992890978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTWOuk0pgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6lSWbf9v7w0/s1600-h/DSC_2871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTWOuk0pgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6lSWbf9v7w0/s400/DSC_2871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392170202378315266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They gave the kids hard hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTWOKQat-I/AAAAAAAAAbE/sZBUJcS8FA4/s1600-h/DSC_2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTWOKQat-I/AAAAAAAAAbE/sZBUJcS8FA4/s400/DSC_2818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392170192629053410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline is driving the dump truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTVSfSCVVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/zs6f4n5Vyas/s1600-h/DSC_2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTVSfSCVVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/zs6f4n5Vyas/s400/DSC_2848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392169167480837458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're in the back of a FedEx tractor trailer complete with a roller conveyor belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTVR2YLU4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/EqUi-BzBYMk/s1600-h/DSC_2803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTVR2YLU4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/EqUi-BzBYMk/s400/DSC_2803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392169156500738946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's checking out the ambulance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTVRgqlxfI/AAAAAAAAAas/5xwGtprpG0A/s1600-h/DSC_2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTVRgqlxfI/AAAAAAAAAas/5xwGtprpG0A/s400/DSC_2859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392169150672389618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting in the Franklin trolley car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTVRL1eCwI/AAAAAAAAAak/mPUz0zqMEZc/s1600-h/DSC_2876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTVRL1eCwI/AAAAAAAAAak/mPUz0zqMEZc/s400/DSC_2876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392169145080875778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the kids loved walking/running on this truck.  Caroline was being very cautious and wouldn't let go of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTVQpA4oMI/AAAAAAAAAac/q3RWJqilrdI/s1600-h/DSC_2907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTVQpA4oMI/AAAAAAAAAac/q3RWJqilrdI/s400/DSC_2907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392169135733514434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The school bus was one of her favorites.  We sometimes get to see a school bus in our neighborhood and the bus driver honks the horn and waves to Caroline, so she was very excited to see the bus up close and sit on the seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTUog6XyfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/jAyogCUfVVQ/s1600-h/DSC_2940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTUog6XyfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/jAyogCUfVVQ/s400/DSC_2940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392168446363945458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTUpFNc9QI/AAAAAAAAAaU/UvRynp03D5c/s1600-h/DSC_2925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTUpFNc9QI/AAAAAAAAAaU/UvRynp03D5c/s400/DSC_2925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392168456107652354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline is the tiny speck in white standing in front of the back right tire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTUoLIchfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hBH-2KPw7HQ/s1600-h/DSC_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTUoLIchfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hBH-2KPw7HQ/s400/DSC_2951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392168440517395954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the favorite piece of equipment of the day was the garbage truck because they were doing demonstrations.  I have never seen a garbage truck arm as fast as that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTUnkYRbRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Hs5788Xok1I/s1600-h/DSC_2963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTUnkYRbRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Hs5788Xok1I/s400/DSC_2963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392168430114794770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the demonstration, she wanted to sit in the seat and drive the garbage truck.  We all had a lot of fun and look forward to the next one - hopefully it will be warmer.  Caroline couldn't settle down for her nap 3 hours later because she was so excited - it took her over an hour to finally fall asleep.  For those of you with kids, I would definitely recommend this (it's free). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTUnVt9tTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NL4H3tN_dHk/s1600-h/DSC_2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTUnVt9tTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NL4H3tN_dHk/s400/DSC_2967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392168426179245362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-9081515256158521498?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9081515256158521498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=9081515256158521498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/9081515256158521498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/9081515256158521498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/touch-truck.html' title='Touch-A-Truck'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/StTWO4UL6GI/AAAAAAAAAbU/UR84dqFxGQs/s72-c/DSC_2806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-6836782003937679318</id><published>2009-10-08T14:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:39:20.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>The title doesn't mean this post is going to be boring (I'm sure it will be the highlight of your weekend) - only that we've been boring the last few weeks.  Don't worry though, we've got something scheduled every Saturday for the next 5 -6 weeks so I don't think I'll have any trouble finding material to update the blog.  I plan to update it every Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple of weeks, Caroline has started talking exclusively in sentences.  It makes my life so much easier, because she can tell me exactly what she wants/needs or if she doesn't like something, she'll say "I no like that."  We will have to work on wants and needs though because she will sometimes tell us "I need some ice cream." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sentences, I was rocking Caroline before her nap today, and she started rubbing/playing with my neck.  Then, she started pinching my neck like she was trying to get some of it to come off, so I told her not to pinch.  This was her reply - "Mommy,  have a little piece of your neck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal asked her to smile and this is what we got.  I think we're in trouble for pictures next Saturday at the pumpkin patch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Ss5ErNGRvCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FgCxVhxEUcA/s1600-h/DSC_2765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Ss5ErNGRvCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FgCxVhxEUcA/s400/DSC_2765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390321313050115106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting a precious hug from Caroline - she hardly gives them anymore so it's an honor when you do get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Ss5EqlPx7zI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kNgyUsvZCyM/s1600-h/DSC_2768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Ss5EqlPx7zI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kNgyUsvZCyM/s400/DSC_2768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390321302352555826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Caroline playing after a hard day's work for daddy.  Caroline is always so excited to see daddy come home.  This is the smile we need for our pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Ss5EqALDK-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/0ly_w-H_G1s/s1600-h/DSC_2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Ss5EqALDK-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/0ly_w-H_G1s/s400/DSC_2779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390321292400602082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Ss5EpqjrjyI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oRkiIi90npA/s1600-h/DSC_2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Ss5EpqjrjyI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oRkiIi90npA/s400/DSC_2780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390321286598332194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-6836782003937679318?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6836782003937679318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=6836782003937679318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6836782003937679318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6836782003937679318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Ss5ErNGRvCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FgCxVhxEUcA/s72-c/DSC_2765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-1465830654002995398</id><published>2009-09-21T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:43:42.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you eat a PB&amp;J?</title><content type='html'>For the past few months Caroline has not eaten a sandwich if it has a top on it - I guess she wants to see what she is eating.  More recently, she has decided she only wants the jelly on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, so she takes her finger and scraps the jelly off the peanut butter and eats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrfUanz_kPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BmtM19qrIM0/s1600-h/DSC_2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrfUanz_kPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BmtM19qrIM0/s400/DSC_2726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384005433373462770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week, she decided to try a different method - a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrfUZ33HtGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/elsSFgmaWjk/s1600-h/DSC_2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrfUZ33HtGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/elsSFgmaWjk/s400/DSC_2728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384005420501677154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrfUZl_-mGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZgATJkpZiag/s1600-h/DSC_2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrfUZl_-mGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZgATJkpZiag/s400/DSC_2729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384005415706990690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I actually prefer this method too because she gets some peanut butter and it is definitely less messy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-1465830654002995398?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1465830654002995398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=1465830654002995398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/1465830654002995398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/1465830654002995398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-do-you-eat-pb.html' title='How do you eat a PB&amp;J?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrfUanz_kPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BmtM19qrIM0/s72-c/DSC_2726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-8641376944026161628</id><published>2009-09-16T14:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:55:14.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planting Flowers</title><content type='html'>My parents brought us some beautiful mums for our front landscaping which definitely needs some help - the builder picked all the landscaping before we purchased the house.  We decided the mums would look better in pots on the porch, so we all went to Home Depot and bought  some pots Cal and I had seen the day before.  Caroline is always such a big help. Surprisingly, she kept all the dirt in the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE9jxWFxdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PnrulVeC45o/s1600-h/DSC_2659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE9jxWFxdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PnrulVeC45o/s400/DSC_2659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382150714435159506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE8Tth0JEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/72jV_R3P9Ts/s1600-h/DSC_2668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE8Tth0JEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/72jV_R3P9Ts/s400/DSC_2668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382149339021059138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product - it really adds some color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE8SWa5WLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HzkcNL99yVs/s1600-h/DSC_2723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE8SWa5WLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HzkcNL99yVs/s400/DSC_2723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382149315638155442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also bought a grill Labor Day weekend for Cal's Father's Day from last year (2008).  I'm not sure what took us so long.  For our first meal, we had hamburgers and grilled corn.  I really like the easy clean up when you use a grill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE8TSORC0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/3PFbPTUW2v4/s1600-h/DSC_2691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE8TSORC0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/3PFbPTUW2v4/s400/DSC_2691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382149331691309890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That same night we gave Caroline a tricycle (with a parent push handle) that I bought at a consignment sale for $4.  She loves it!  We'll probably upgrade it for her birthday or Christmas, but for $4 we can live with how ugly it looks for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE8S4t-BpI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uFXKQtw7vcQ/s1600-h/DSC_2716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE8S4t-BpI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uFXKQtw7vcQ/s400/DSC_2716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382149324844959378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline hanging out on her Elmo potty.  She loves to sit on it - usually with her diaper on - but she does actually use it for the intended purpose once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE9koHJzOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hXMbBkQoZXo/s1600-h/DSC_2617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE9koHJzOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hXMbBkQoZXo/s400/DSC_2617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382150729136458978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE9kQK8mTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/NbtcWkSgUO0/s1600-h/DSC_2619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE9kQK8mTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/NbtcWkSgUO0/s400/DSC_2619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382150722709920050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-8641376944026161628?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8641376944026161628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=8641376944026161628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8641376944026161628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8641376944026161628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/planting-flowers.html' title='Planting Flowers'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SrE9jxWFxdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PnrulVeC45o/s72-c/DSC_2659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-4805152225255738065</id><published>2009-08-31T14:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:15:26.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days at Home</title><content type='html'>It took us a little while to figure out what Caroline was doing here.  She started saying "daddy's car," and we realized this was her car and she is driving her animals around.  She drives different animals or baby dolls around - I guess it depends on where she is going that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwrKala8KI/AAAAAAAAAV8/g4aN1SYKc5k/s1600-h/DSC_2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwrKala8KI/AAAAAAAAAV8/g4aN1SYKc5k/s400/DSC_2533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376219513108492450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's enjoying a favorite snack - mott's country berry applesauce.  She has to do everything herself.  We hear "I do it," "I got it," etc. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwrJ-9dNTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QcmubDvq6Ac/s1600-h/DSC_2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwrJ-9dNTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QcmubDvq6Ac/s400/DSC_2566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376219505693111602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Caroline dancing in the destroyed living room.  Since we have a playroom upstairs, I naively thought our downstairs would be fairly toy free, but Caroline had other plans.  She wants to stay downstairs a lot - I think it's because downstairs she can run circles and circles and circles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwrJXnFEEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TzoKw4lxDZA/s1600-h/DSC_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwrJXnFEEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TzoKw4lxDZA/s400/DSC_2576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376219495130271810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline is planning her escape.  I put the drinks there to take out to the garage.  I guess we're going to have to put the door knob covers on our outside doors, so she really doesn't escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwrI2XxJFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/4X5QMzL-jMU/s1600-h/DSC_2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwrI2XxJFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/4X5QMzL-jMU/s400/DSC_2596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376219486207681618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She especially enjoyed playing with the dead bolt - it makes more noise than the knob lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwrIe2MuYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EpsP8Yug7Zg/s1600-h/DSC_2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwrIe2MuYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EpsP8Yug7Zg/s400/DSC_2598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376219479892867458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-4805152225255738065?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4805152225255738065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=4805152225255738065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/4805152225255738065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/4805152225255738065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/lazy-days-at-home.html' title='Lazy Days at Home'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwrKala8KI/AAAAAAAAAV8/g4aN1SYKc5k/s72-c/DSC_2533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-5567051206488583205</id><published>2009-08-31T14:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:16:25.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking with Caroline</title><content type='html'>Caroline is cooking one of her favorite meals - scrambled eggs.  Look at the eggs go!  After a couple of minutes she started making a mess, so we had to take the whisk from her which didn't go well.  The next time we fixed eggs I gave her a plastic container with water and a smaller whisk so she could get as messy as she wanted.  It was a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwpLzK302I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8AOIZwLzRoc/s1600-h/DSC_2590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwpLzK302I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8AOIZwLzRoc/s400/DSC_2590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376217337864639330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwpLVenmlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/x8zbiRADZVA/s1600-h/DSC_2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwpLVenmlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/x8zbiRADZVA/s400/DSC_2595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376217329894398546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-5567051206488583205?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5567051206488583205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=5567051206488583205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/5567051206488583205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/5567051206488583205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/cooking-with-caroline.html' title='Cooking with Caroline'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SpwpLzK302I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8AOIZwLzRoc/s72-c/DSC_2590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-6900239575667064361</id><published>2009-08-17T15:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:08:16.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoor Fun</title><content type='html'>Caroline is fascinated by lawn mowers so I decided she needed her own.  It is supposed to blow bubbles - that part doesn't work quite right - but she doesn't seem to mind.  She starts it up and off she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonB6DWN6rI/AAAAAAAAAUs/pbYmEWJpsQE/s1600-h/DSC_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonB6DWN6rI/AAAAAAAAAUs/pbYmEWJpsQE/s400/DSC_2367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371037233691093682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonB5snRPTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/WjcQQyla6IM/s1600-h/DSC_2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonB5snRPTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/WjcQQyla6IM/s400/DSC_2368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371037227588599090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She needed to work on it.  As you can see, the bubble solution spills out every time you look under the "hood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonB5CDNh7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/1jD-oUAtUgo/s1600-h/DSC_2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonB5CDNh7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/1jD-oUAtUgo/s400/DSC_2415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371037216163071922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally got a chance to swim at my parent's pool since it was put back together after the tornado.  We thought Caroline's reactions to sunscreen application were particularly cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonBdg9NeKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/TgmjLbd5zq4/s1600-h/DSC_2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonBdg9NeKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/TgmjLbd5zq4/s400/DSC_2451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371036743423064226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonBdAGgR4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/DIbwV84P0iI/s1600-h/DSC_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonBdAGgR4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/DIbwV84P0iI/s400/DSC_2457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371036734603675522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she's cruising around with grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonBc0FKSvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/dZs7QLoHVzo/s1600-h/DSC_2463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonBc0FKSvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/dZs7QLoHVzo/s400/DSC_2463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371036731376814834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were enjoying a really nice evening outside with daddy, grammie and ger.  We're not sure what she was doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonBcMMHxoI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6pcqpRIomSU/s1600-h/DSC_2487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonBcMMHxoI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6pcqpRIomSU/s400/DSC_2487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371036720668591746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline was standing on the sidewalk saying, "three, one, two, blastoff!"  She'd stand up and squat down while she was counting, then when she got to blastoff she would run and hug my legs.  She did this over and over.  It's amazing how much energy she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonA75Tx53I/AAAAAAAAAT0/UrYkVnNkU6E/s1600-h/DSC_2491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonA75Tx53I/AAAAAAAAAT0/UrYkVnNkU6E/s400/DSC_2491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371036165844625266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonA7YuoDKI/AAAAAAAAATs/F_iRpwhbZBA/s1600-h/DSC_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonA7YuoDKI/AAAAAAAAATs/F_iRpwhbZBA/s400/DSC_2490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371036157098855586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonA7FIXQSI/AAAAAAAAATk/oQwhM17b784/s1600-h/DSC_2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonA7FIXQSI/AAAAAAAAATk/oQwhM17b784/s400/DSC_2489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371036151838097698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonFl9dXaTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/DQvZjwOhB7o/s1600-h/DSC_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonFl9dXaTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/DQvZjwOhB7o/s400/DSC_2492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371041286559590706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was swinging her between my legs until she started holding her legs out to the side - and then she didn't fit so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonA6pNhNzI/AAAAAAAAATc/ij2qkBinchQ/s1600-h/DSC_2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonA6pNhNzI/AAAAAAAAATc/ij2qkBinchQ/s400/DSC_2509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371036144343529266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-6900239575667064361?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6900239575667064361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=6900239575667064361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6900239575667064361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6900239575667064361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/outdoor-fun.html' title='Outdoor Fun'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SonB6DWN6rI/AAAAAAAAAUs/pbYmEWJpsQE/s72-c/DSC_2367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-8686030527718794395</id><published>2009-07-30T13:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:36:01.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the Dirt</title><content type='html'>A couple of Saturdays ago, we decided to go to Edwin Warner Park and play in the dirt piles.  Caroline wanted daddy to put her shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHwCXxRiCI/AAAAAAAAATU/mWhprkZi14w/s1600-h/DSC_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHwCXxRiCI/AAAAAAAAATU/mWhprkZi14w/s400/DSC_2160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364332554706061346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As soon as Caroline saw the slide, she climbed to the top of the dirt pile to slide down the longest slide she's probably ever seen.  The only problem was the landing - she didn't like landing in the sand, so one time was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHwByY_d4I/AAAAAAAAATM/oHHSQVrcHT8/s1600-h/DSC_2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHwByY_d4I/AAAAAAAAATM/oHHSQVrcHT8/s400/DSC_2165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364332544672102274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she first starting playing in the sand/dirt, she would hold up her hands and say, "clean it."  I wasn't sure if she would get over her hands being dirty and actually play - but she did until she saw the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHuQ5bvdcI/AAAAAAAAASs/xhkZgqugyNY/s1600-h/DSC_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHuQ5bvdcI/AAAAAAAAASs/xhkZgqugyNY/s400/DSC_2180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330605237466562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WATER SPOUT!!!  She stood there and washed the shovel and her hands over and over.  It was definitely her favorite part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHuRWyD6mI/AAAAAAAAAS0/h9RH9rKhlpE/s1600-h/DSC_2216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHuRWyD6mI/AAAAAAAAAS0/h9RH9rKhlpE/s400/DSC_2216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330613115710050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHuRjwaxoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/v2BeDbIRpb0/s1600-h/DSC_2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHuRjwaxoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/v2BeDbIRpb0/s400/DSC_2224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330616598480514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She monitored everyone's usage of the water .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHuR135kmI/AAAAAAAAATE/WHAUoFpjHzI/s1600-h/DSC_2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHuR135kmI/AAAAAAAAATE/WHAUoFpjHzI/s400/DSC_2256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330621461697122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like the energizer bunny, she keep washing and washing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHtYYpHFWI/AAAAAAAAASM/Qy75eOJ_zh4/s1600-h/DSC_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHtYYpHFWI/AAAAAAAAASM/Qy75eOJ_zh4/s400/DSC_2277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364329634362496354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHtYgslTCI/AAAAAAAAASU/4TqRBT-jbtQ/s1600-h/DSC_2296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHtYgslTCI/AAAAAAAAASU/4TqRBT-jbtQ/s400/DSC_2296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364329636524543010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was her "swimming pool."   Thankfully she didn't plop down in the water like some of the other kids.  I'm sure that will be a future blog.  Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHtZSzyFuI/AAAAAAAAASk/iX9b_0EJYXY/s1600-h/DSC_2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHtZSzyFuI/AAAAAAAAASk/iX9b_0EJYXY/s400/DSC_2325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364329649976514274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHtZGYihqI/AAAAAAAAASc/6rkf6Dp9aic/s1600-h/DSC_2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHtZGYihqI/AAAAAAAAASc/6rkf6Dp9aic/s400/DSC_2322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364329646641022626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-8686030527718794395?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8686030527718794395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=8686030527718794395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8686030527718794395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8686030527718794395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-in-dirt.html' title='Playing in the Dirt'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SnHwCXxRiCI/AAAAAAAAATU/mWhprkZi14w/s72-c/DSC_2160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-3762478448137457812</id><published>2009-07-20T14:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:13:16.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Red Wagon</title><content type='html'>We bought Caroline a red wagon so we could take her to the neighborhood pool and for walks. She loves her wagon! The stroller she once loved has been unused for months - big girls don't use those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SmTBGdg0nOI/AAAAAAAAASE/qlCIAYz3BBw/s1600-h/DSC_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SmTBGdg0nOI/AAAAAAAAASE/qlCIAYz3BBw/s400/DSC_2094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360621773223402722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SmTAFbOFCoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gqhwT4-bRd0/s1600-h/DSC_2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SmTAFbOFCoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gqhwT4-bRd0/s400/DSC_2106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360620655916419714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-3762478448137457812?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3762478448137457812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=3762478448137457812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/3762478448137457812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/3762478448137457812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-red-wagon.html' title='Little Red Wagon'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SmTBGdg0nOI/AAAAAAAAASE/qlCIAYz3BBw/s72-c/DSC_2094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-8026651943496870004</id><published>2009-07-13T13:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:11:32.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathmetician?</title><content type='html'>Today Caroline was lying in her crib before she fell asleep for her nap.  She always talks constantly until she finally falls asleep.  She started calling out for me and then saying, "couple of dollars" over and over.  We don't know where she picked that up but it's funny.  As I kept listening she started counting.  Normally she will count 1,2,3 then jump to 8, 9, 10,11.  This time she said 3, 4, 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 15, pond.  I'm not sure where pond fits it, but you can't expect perfection at 19 months.  She just amazes us more and more with her memory and verbal skills.  She can say rhinoceros perfectly and only has a little trouble with hippopotamus.  We always wonder what she'll come up with next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-8026651943496870004?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8026651943496870004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=8026651943496870004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8026651943496870004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8026651943496870004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/mathmetician.html' title='Mathmetician?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-6380621505272502645</id><published>2009-07-06T14:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:02:02.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>I guess I should have put the cereal pictures with these - oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ponytail:  Caroline found one of my ponytail holders and wanted a ponytail.  She left it in long enough for me to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJQCXwhGnI/AAAAAAAAARk/C31pgM6O67s/s1600-h/DSC_1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJQCXwhGnI/AAAAAAAAARk/C31pgM6O67s/s400/DSC_1881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355430908564413042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First bubble bath:  I bought some new bubble bath/body wash for Caroline because she loves bubbles.  When I wash her hair, she always wants me to put my hands in the water so she can have bubbles.  Below is the result of her 1st bubble bath.  I think the pictures speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJQBx3MexI/AAAAAAAAARc/Ecj54QdY3ck/s1600-h/DSC_1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJQBx3MexI/AAAAAAAAARc/Ecj54QdY3ck/s400/DSC_1885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355430898391874322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SluACGq2JHI/AAAAAAAAARs/IBrkowgXK94/s1600-h/DSC_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SluACGq2JHI/AAAAAAAAARs/IBrkowgXK94/s400/DSC_1884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358016955325752434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She kept holding up her arms and her toys saying "clean it," so we drained all the bubbles out and started over.  I think everyone has to have a picture like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJQBQXB9KI/AAAAAAAAARU/D8QYWMVlfj8/s1600-h/DSC_1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJQBQXB9KI/AAAAAAAAARU/D8QYWMVlfj8/s400/DSC_1910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355430889398596770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First deck building project: My parents are rebuilding their deck, and this is how Caroline helped out - walking on the balance beam. She was fascinated walking back and forth across the boards.  This is how she spent her July 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJQBJVAEwI/AAAAAAAAARM/QFePVpeR2JY/s1600-h/DSC_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJQBJVAEwI/AAAAAAAAARM/QFePVpeR2JY/s400/DSC_1943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355430887511036674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-6380621505272502645?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6380621505272502645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=6380621505272502645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6380621505272502645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6380621505272502645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/firsts.html' title='Firsts'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJQCXwhGnI/AAAAAAAAARk/C31pgM6O67s/s72-c/DSC_1881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-9143784783328173834</id><published>2009-06-28T14:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:23:42.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out at Home</title><content type='html'>Caroline loves cereal, but I have been feeding it to her to avoid the mess. One day I figured it was time to let her do it by herself. Much to my surprise, she didn't make a mess - she got a little on her chin and in her bib. She was so proud of herself!  Little Miss Independent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJMck5PwzI/AAAAAAAAARE/-26zMAvCTn0/s1600-h/DSC_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJMck5PwzI/AAAAAAAAARE/-26zMAvCTn0/s400/DSC_1611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426960720773938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJMcBdB_KI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VWsXysbqJjw/s1600-h/DSC_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJMcBdB_KI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VWsXysbqJjw/s400/DSC_1614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426951207189666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of Cal's family came to visit and Caroline had to show off her purse, beads and bracelets.  She was ready to go shopping.  When we're going somewhere, I'll ask her where we're going and she usually says Gymboree but sometimes her answer is Target.  When we go to Target I let her play with the toys, so it's a very memorable experience for a 19-month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJMbj0LlrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vIoOSxSxVhQ/s1600-h/DSC_1674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJMbj0LlrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vIoOSxSxVhQ/s400/DSC_1674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426943251224242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing outside is definitely a favorite activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJL_V2ZA8I/AAAAAAAAAQs/wXMn5LmKv7w/s1600-h/DSC_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJL_V2ZA8I/AAAAAAAAAQs/wXMn5LmKv7w/s400/DSC_1775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426458466059202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bubbles are always a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJL_G0uYgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6rNM2Gba59Y/s1600-h/DSC_1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJL_G0uYgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6rNM2Gba59Y/s400/DSC_1798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426454432539138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJL-X3k4iI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RhBrFuo1n1U/s1600-h/DSC_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJL-X3k4iI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RhBrFuo1n1U/s400/DSC_1809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426441828033058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is sometimes the simplest things that are so fascinating - playing with tree bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJL91UcgEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/E-CBzEz47_w/s1600-h/DSC_1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJL91UcgEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/E-CBzEz47_w/s400/DSC_1868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355426432553877570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-9143784783328173834?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9143784783328173834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=9143784783328173834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/9143784783328173834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/9143784783328173834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/hanging-out-at-home.html' title='Hanging out at Home'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SlJMck5PwzI/AAAAAAAAARE/-26zMAvCTn0/s72-c/DSC_1611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-2538066623476249507</id><published>2009-06-19T15:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:21:43.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Trip to the Pool</title><content type='html'>We went to the pool for the first time a couple of weeks ago.  The water was COLD!!!  Caroline didn't want to have anything to do with it, so for the first 30 minutes this is what she did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SkfPvb3gZ0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/nnedvgdcS_c/s1600-h/DSC_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SkfPvb3gZ0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/nnedvgdcS_c/s400/DSC_1518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352475095994492738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sjv1YG6S7tI/AAAAAAAAAP8/G_-rWWIJPEc/s1600-h/DSC_1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sjv1YG6S7tI/AAAAAAAAAP8/G_-rWWIJPEc/s400/DSC_1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349138776953384658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A family with a little boy a couple months older than Caroline got there when we did, and we got Caroline interested in the water by going over to see him and the bugs his dad was getting out of the water (she loves bugs).  They ended up playing for an hour.  Now, Caroline loves playing in the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sjv1X_74PBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AuXifWbZI8g/s1600-h/DSC_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sjv1X_74PBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AuXifWbZI8g/s400/DSC_1564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349138775080975378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-2538066623476249507?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2538066623476249507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=2538066623476249507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2538066623476249507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2538066623476249507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-trip-to-pool.html' title='1st Trip to the Pool'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SkfPvb3gZ0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/nnedvgdcS_c/s72-c/DSC_1518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-7661559617435449067</id><published>2009-06-10T15:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:01:56.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at Home</title><content type='html'>Caroline didn't want to get out of her car seat after we got home one day.  After about 5 minutes, I told her I would bring her other car seat in from the garage so she could sit in it.  She ate all her snacks in it and even part of her lunch.  She loves to buckle the straps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvyECmdDsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ixpgMH9o6QQ/s1600-h/DSC_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvyECmdDsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ixpgMH9o6QQ/s400/DSC_1022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349135133664153282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend asked me to make cupcakes for her daughter's birthday.  I wanted to do a trial run, and Caroline selflessly volunteered to eat one.  She enjoyed tearing it apart more than eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sjvx4GTjfUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Kj0cV13O_PI/s1600-h/DSC_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sjvx4GTjfUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Kj0cV13O_PI/s400/DSC_1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349134928500194626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sjvx3uzs1VI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5LLGTvAr_r8/s1600-h/DSC_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sjvx3uzs1VI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5LLGTvAr_r8/s400/DSC_1038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349134922192573778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that form - pens are so much more fun than crayons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvxhXSaR5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/PCdehyleQbM/s1600-h/DSC_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvxhXSaR5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/PCdehyleQbM/s400/DSC_1046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349134537921808274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A rare moment of waiting patiently for a diaper change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvxhOUyuPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3acnq5YFPTI/s1600-h/DSC_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvxhOUyuPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3acnq5YFPTI/s400/DSC_1101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349134535515879666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted her to try on a rain coat I bought her, and she wouldn't take it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sjvxgjh2R9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/h1qYI7DwSII/s1600-h/DSC_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sjvxgjh2R9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/h1qYI7DwSII/s400/DSC_1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349134524027914194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-7661559617435449067?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7661559617435449067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=7661559617435449067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7661559617435449067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7661559617435449067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-at-home.html' title='Fun at Home'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvyECmdDsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ixpgMH9o6QQ/s72-c/DSC_1022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-819303386794003474</id><published>2009-06-01T14:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:11:16.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2009</title><content type='html'>This was taken during her banana craze.  Unfortunately, I think she is burned out on bananas.  Now she'll take one or two bites and is done, but she has developed a love for pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvsfBSZO7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/W7ENLUyH6L8/s1600-h/DSC_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvsfBSZO7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/W7ENLUyH6L8/s400/DSC_0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349129000098282418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the lovely"pond" in our backyard (we do actually own part of it).  Thankfully, this only happens when it rains a lot - usually it's dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sjvsen7BkwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xeKWyF0zj6Y/s1600-h/DSC_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/Sjvsen7BkwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xeKWyF0zj6Y/s400/DSC_0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349128993289376514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline is such a girl - pushing her stroller and carrying her purse.  In case you're wondering, that's painter's tape she is pushing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvseOog10I/AAAAAAAAAOk/27mVJqmZCgg/s1600-h/DSC_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvseOog10I/AAAAAAAAAOk/27mVJqmZCgg/s400/DSC_0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349128986500847426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that flexibility!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvsB4LulYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/HQln0dsc2A8/s1600-h/DSC_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvsB4LulYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/HQln0dsc2A8/s400/DSC_0867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349128499438196098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought her some sidewalk chalk to use on our back patio.  She had to try out all 20 colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvsBrz6cxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/iaAXZ9rGI-o/s1600-h/DSC_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvsBrz6cxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/iaAXZ9rGI-o/s400/DSC_0944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349128496117084946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't realize how messy it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvsBIfLvnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QfxlDeGzL2s/s1600-h/DSC_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvsBIfLvnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QfxlDeGzL2s/s400/DSC_0955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349128486634897010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-819303386794003474?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/819303386794003474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=819303386794003474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/819303386794003474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/819303386794003474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-2009.html' title='May 2009'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SjvsfBSZO7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/W7ENLUyH6L8/s72-c/DSC_0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-7131999049489323836</id><published>2009-05-23T13:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:04:55.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother's Graduation</title><content type='html'>My brother graduated from high school!! Talk about time flying. As you can see, Caroline loves her uncle Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibDxU2HbeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mEqnc9iyS0g/s1600-h/DSC_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343173260098366946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibDxU2HbeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mEqnc9iyS0g/s400/DSC_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibDxDvV2kI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lHPeYJvGTK8/s1600-h/DSC_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343173255506549314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibDxDvV2kI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lHPeYJvGTK8/s400/DSC_0784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the cakes I made for his graduation party. It was fun but challenging because I'm such a perfecionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibDjYhE8BI/AAAAAAAAANs/8snjGteSvXE/s1600-h/DSC_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343173020565696530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibDjYhE8BI/AAAAAAAAANs/8snjGteSvXE/s400/DSC_0786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa and cousin Chris pushed Caroline up and down the hill several times - nothing is more exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibDjCLTaHI/AAAAAAAAANk/b2XVJzR0ohM/s1600-h/DSC_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343173014568790130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibDjCLTaHI/AAAAAAAAANk/b2XVJzR0ohM/s400/DSC_0818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Running around in circles - this is Caroline in her element. She doesn't usually sit still for more than a few seconds. Too much for an 18-month old to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibDi617lzI/AAAAAAAAANc/2WOWRyz5Lqw/s1600-h/DSC_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343173012600100658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibDi617lzI/AAAAAAAAANc/2WOWRyz5Lqw/s400/DSC_0842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-7131999049489323836?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7131999049489323836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=7131999049489323836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7131999049489323836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7131999049489323836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-brothers-graduation.html' title='My Brother&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibDxU2HbeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mEqnc9iyS0g/s72-c/DSC_0768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-6102719755896799174</id><published>2009-05-10T13:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:20:32.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>The Saturday before Mother's Day we went to Granny's house to visit with Cal's family.  His grandmother always lets Caroline play with her silver bracelets.  When Caroline wears them, she looks like such a little girl - they grow up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so fast&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibC9NfUMuI/AAAAAAAAANU/WyKvl2xjFZg/s1600-h/DSC_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibC9NfUMuI/AAAAAAAAANU/WyKvl2xjFZg/s400/DSC_0491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343172364770489058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibC8-26wEI/AAAAAAAAANM/Z9dbsbiiTNs/s1600-h/DSC_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibC8-26wEI/AAAAAAAAANM/Z9dbsbiiTNs/s400/DSC_0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343172360842952770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cal's grandmother fixed her Oreo ice cream pie, and Caroline gobbled it up.  She made the funniest face every time she ate it because it was so cold.  She also had half the chocolate topping on her face - she insisted on feeding herself.  She won't let me feed her anymore.  She has become so independent in that respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibCqZMed6I/AAAAAAAAANE/LeudxbjM-Zg/s1600-h/DSC_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibCqZMed6I/AAAAAAAAANE/LeudxbjM-Zg/s400/DSC_0536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343172041495181218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day on Mother's Day we went to my parent's house to celebrate Mother's Day and my brother's eighteenth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline always wants to play the "piano."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibCqMGWm0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/4C8oo0qxmjY/s1600-h/DSC_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibCqMGWm0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/4C8oo0qxmjY/s400/DSC_0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343172037979839298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibCp-ITmGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Mh5uSjoaBL4/s1600-h/DSC_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibCp-ITmGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Mh5uSjoaBL4/s400/DSC_0603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343172034229934178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline enjoyed wearing this dress which was so exciting to me because my mom made this dress for me when I was little, and it fit Caroline perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibCpr1F4-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/OjGuAfPi_VE/s1600-h/DSC_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibCpr1F4-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/OjGuAfPi_VE/s400/DSC_0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343172029317506018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-6102719755896799174?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6102719755896799174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=6102719755896799174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6102719755896799174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6102719755896799174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibC9NfUMuI/AAAAAAAAANU/WyKvl2xjFZg/s72-c/DSC_0491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-6567498821470420087</id><published>2009-04-30T15:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:01:15.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the New House</title><content type='html'>These are a few pictures of Caroline enjoying the new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She LOVES bananas.  Sometimes she eats two a day and doesn't make a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWHaVIQ0cI/AAAAAAAAAME/Bspri1Pmm5o/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWHaVIQ0cI/AAAAAAAAAME/Bspri1Pmm5o/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342825419363111362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Butcher paper not only makes good window treatments but is great for coloring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWHaJao6XI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kDOvsgLI4dE/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWHaJao6XI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kDOvsgLI4dE/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342825416218962290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure what Caroline was thinking with this.  She has one of Cal's winter gloves on and a pacifier in her mouth (which she never used for the intended purpose but loves to chew on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWHZmj-37I/AAAAAAAAAL0/RenLGVK0ghI/s1600-h/DSC_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWHZmj-37I/AAAAAAAAAL0/RenLGVK0ghI/s400/DSC_0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342825406862909362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibO08REZDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uHzkGwB9D-Q/s1600-h/DSC_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SibO08REZDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uHzkGwB9D-Q/s400/DSC_0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343185416847909938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline was playing with Cal while I was getting ready for church. She loves playing peek-a-boo between the spindles on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWHZfXuyUI/AAAAAAAAALs/qQIUsdVv7Rc/s1600-h/DSC_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWHZfXuyUI/AAAAAAAAALs/qQIUsdVv7Rc/s400/DSC_0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342825404932475202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-6567498821470420087?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6567498821470420087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=6567498821470420087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6567498821470420087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/6567498821470420087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/enjoying-new-house.html' title='Enjoying the New House'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWHaVIQ0cI/AAAAAAAAAME/Bspri1Pmm5o/s72-c/DSC_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-5443412972151339272</id><published>2009-04-12T14:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:29:07.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>On Easter we went to grannymama's house to hang out and hunt Easter eggs. Caroline enjoyed wearing the bunny ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGoWyt-EI/AAAAAAAAALk/eRnEdkXUCm4/s1600-h/DSC_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGoWyt-EI/AAAAAAAAALk/eRnEdkXUCm4/s400/DSC_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342824560816158786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and hunting eggs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGnh0DmKI/AAAAAAAAALU/-DMnBZSnnVY/s1600-h/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGnh0DmKI/AAAAAAAAALU/-DMnBZSnnVY/s400/DSC_0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342824546594691234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGoJxTicI/AAAAAAAAALc/Cwmtmmj35AQ/s1600-h/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGoJxTicI/AAAAAAAAALc/Cwmtmmj35AQ/s400/DSC_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342824557320571330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGKKPdf9I/AAAAAAAAALM/T7FEvwyIRzw/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGKKPdf9I/AAAAAAAAALM/T7FEvwyIRzw/s400/DSC_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342824042050977746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and taking family photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGJxRA4zI/AAAAAAAAALE/-h_MqswUoQc/s1600-h/DSC_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGJxRA4zI/AAAAAAAAALE/-h_MqswUoQc/s400/DSC_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342824035346604850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGJq4TRlI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZUnyba6s50c/s1600-h/DSC_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGJq4TRlI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZUnyba6s50c/s400/DSC_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342824033632339538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-5443412972151339272?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5443412972151339272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=5443412972151339272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/5443412972151339272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/5443412972151339272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiWGoWyt-EI/AAAAAAAAALk/eRnEdkXUCm4/s72-c/DSC_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-7516836464797367410</id><published>2009-03-31T14:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:44:52.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE MOVED</title><content type='html'>We moved on March 31st!  We finally have more space, and Caroline loves running around in all the new space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last morning she was in her crib at the old house.  We took her crib apart a couple of days before we moved so we wouldn't have to do it that day - BIG mistake.  She rolled off the mattress the first night, so I got to sleep on the floor beside her.  The next night we learned from our mistake and put sleeping bags and blankets on the floor so she wouldn't roll off. Not long after she went to sleep, I heard the pitter-patter of little feet, and Caroline was walking through the bathroom toward me.  I got to sleep on the floor with her for a second night - nothing like getting two good nights of sleep before you finish packing and move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV6iUg6gyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lwttBJbGDnE/s1600-h/DSC_9915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV6iUg6gyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lwttBJbGDnE/s400/DSC_9915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342811262985863970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our new house.  I can't tell you how much we love it!  It is around 2,800 square feet with 4 bedrooms, 2.5 baths and a PLAYROOM!  This was a must for all the toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV6iMVQhCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NiUhwn_UwPE/s1600-h/DSC_9938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV6iMVQhCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NiUhwn_UwPE/s400/DSC_9938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342811260789490722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline made herself right at home.  Fortunately, she transitioned flawlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV6hwybkRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LPk8WCsyIPw/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV6hwybkRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LPk8WCsyIPw/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342811253395656978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the kitchen (if you can see it under all the boxes).  I hate packing and unpacking, but it's worth it in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV6hpgfIFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dcmZqWJJ50M/s1600-h/DSC_9972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV6hpgfIFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dcmZqWJJ50M/s400/DSC_9972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342811251441344594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you like our window treatments?  We went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5 weeks&lt;/span&gt; without blinds because we have so many windows and some of the sizes were special order.  You don't realize how much you needs blinds until you don't have them.  When the day came for the blinds to be installed, it was like Christmas for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV6hJ7s_5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/PipBfEmPZ7Y/s1600-h/DSC_9977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV6hJ7s_5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/PipBfEmPZ7Y/s400/DSC_9977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342811242965565330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we finish unpacking and have the house reasonably together, we'll post more pictures of the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-7516836464797367410?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7516836464797367410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=7516836464797367410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7516836464797367410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7516836464797367410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-moved.html' title='WE MOVED'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV6iUg6gyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lwttBJbGDnE/s72-c/DSC_9915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-2319168413343773115</id><published>2009-03-07T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:46:29.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2009</title><content type='html'>We had a tiny amount of snow on the ground, so we dressed Caroline up to go play outside before it melted.  She had such a hard time walking with all the bulk but looked so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV3wrytnQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-t708K8vMr4/s1600-h/DSC_9687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV3wrytnQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-t708K8vMr4/s400/DSC_9687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342808211217816834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline and daddy - it is so sweet!  Cal was reading her one of her favorite books ("Sweet Dreams Mimi") before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV3SfmVc5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0QI_TdPC_dw/s1600-h/DSC_9789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV3SfmVc5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0QI_TdPC_dw/s400/DSC_9789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342807692548600722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a really warm day in March, so we went to the playground with some friends.  Caroline loves to swing - but who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV3SJYSqRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YmF-GTeiyDo/s1600-h/DSC_9866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV3SJYSqRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YmF-GTeiyDo/s400/DSC_9866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342807686584117522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-2319168413343773115?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2319168413343773115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=2319168413343773115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2319168413343773115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2319168413343773115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/march-2009.html' title='March 2009'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV3wrytnQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-t708K8vMr4/s72-c/DSC_9687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-1790121613416988836</id><published>2009-02-28T13:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:58:25.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2009</title><content type='html'>If you're wondering what's in the container - it's a MOUSE!  We had one in our house for a few days.  We tried to catch it in a trap that doesn't kill it, but it chewed through two of them.  We then tried the traps that don't keep them alive, but it never went near them (smart mouse).  One night it was running around, and I told Cal we had to catch it somehow.  I went and got  a Rubbermaid container and finally the mouse hopped in after I corner it.  Caroline thought it was great.  I think she wanted to keep it, because she asked about it for days after we let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVyqjTdCfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/c1DckBu8taQ/s1600-h/DSC_9468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVyqjTdCfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/c1DckBu8taQ/s400/DSC_9468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342802608301869554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Valentine's Day, Caroline got some Sesame Street books and a coloring book.  It's so nice she's at an age where it doesn't take much to make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVyqjTdCfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/c1DckBu8taQ/s1600-h/DSC_9468.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV0FCNUJpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/k8AkdS0BLe0/s1600-h/DSC_9517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiV0FCNUJpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/k8AkdS0BLe0/s400/DSC_9517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342804162785846930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were over at my parent's house for a visit, and Caroline decided to pose for the camera in her panda outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVyqNGTzhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QlQyWt0LVd4/s1600-h/DSC_9658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVyqNGTzhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QlQyWt0LVd4/s400/DSC_9658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342802602341158418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-1790121613416988836?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1790121613416988836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=1790121613416988836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/1790121613416988836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/1790121613416988836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-2009.html' title='February 2009'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVyqjTdCfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/c1DckBu8taQ/s72-c/DSC_9468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-8054677627900382644</id><published>2009-01-31T13:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:39:27.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2009</title><content type='html'>Caroline is still learning to feed herself.  This is how it usually ends - and then straight to the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVszSfuSCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1icdcOAAPQ4/s1600-h/DSC_9275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVszSfuSCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1icdcOAAPQ4/s400/DSC_9275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342796161338984482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline loves for us to read to her. We read several books a day. On this day, she decided to read a book to her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVrzycK1ZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/g6RJtVAcBi8/s1600-h/DSC_9328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVrzycK1ZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/g6RJtVAcBi8/s400/DSC_9328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342795070402385298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves to "help" daddy on the laptop.  She always does things to the computer that require a "help" search on the computer for daddy to figure out how to change it back to normal. It's amazing how many buttons she can push at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVrzuibYrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mPCgWC28tec/s1600-h/DSC_9350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVrzuibYrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mPCgWC28tec/s400/DSC_9350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342795069354894002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also loves to work on her own laptop.  She got it for Christmas, and she still plays with it everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVrzPUhDFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dqfUXa16Q3s/s1600-h/DSC_9363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVrzPUhDFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dqfUXa16Q3s/s400/DSC_9363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342795060975045714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-8054677627900382644?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8054677627900382644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=8054677627900382644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8054677627900382644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8054677627900382644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-2009.html' title='January 2009'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVszSfuSCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1icdcOAAPQ4/s72-c/DSC_9275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-2272246798000844692</id><published>2009-01-20T13:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:31:45.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple of pictures that I thought were cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Caroline loves the camera. She probably thinks it is part of everyday life because she has seen it so much. I'm really surprised camera or smile or picture was not her first word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289377267088246530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWekmZ_SRwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KwTJ0Q-RVrA/s400/DSC_8281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was one of those nights that began with a struggle to get her to eat anything. In my frustration, I put the food in front of her, gave her a spoon and let her eat. I'm not sure she actually got any to her mouth with her spoon (her hands were a different story), but it allowed me the opportunity to get her to eat almost the entire thing because she was so distracted spooning food onto her tray/floor/clothes. She had a really good time until I had to dry her off after her bath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWekm_vNCLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4oYJK4dtvo4/s1600-h/DSC_8335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289377277221341362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWekm_vNCLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4oYJK4dtvo4/s400/DSC_8335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-2272246798000844692?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2272246798000844692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=2272246798000844692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2272246798000844692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2272246798000844692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/miscellaneous.html' title='Miscellaneous'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWekmZ_SRwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KwTJ0Q-RVrA/s72-c/DSC_8281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-2964938225636565509</id><published>2009-01-15T14:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:01:02.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day Excitement</title><content type='html'>On Christmas Day, we planned to be at my parents (where Santa brought her presents) at 8:00a. We had 3 stops that day so we didn't want to get too late a start but also didn't want to get up at the crack of dawn. Caroline was SO excited Santa came to see her that she slept until 9:30a - this from a child who normally wakes up no later than 7:00a.  However, Cal and I were both able to get completely ready, load the SUV, and still have 2 hours to wait until she finally woke up. The whole day began 2 hours behind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my parents, we started with Santa gifts which are not wrapped (a Renegar family tradition). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVnhZgeQxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7dP3U4C9GGo/s1600-h/DSC_8954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVnhZgeQxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7dP3U4C9GGo/s400/DSC_8954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342790356425392914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the presents we got her was a Sit &amp;amp; Spin Zebra. We told her it was a toy for her to sit on, so she climbed up on the box and sat on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVnhBhEMMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bmh7jPKVF84/s1600-h/DSC_8985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVnhBhEMMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bmh7jPKVF84/s400/DSC_8985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342790349985427650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our next stop was Shelbyville to have Christmas with my father-in-law's family. At this point Caroline started losing interest in unwrapping presents, so she mostly played with toys we unwrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVng1KegaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CoP5ecwhOvw/s1600-h/DSC_9056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVng1KegaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CoP5ecwhOvw/s400/DSC_9056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342790346669457826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stop was my dad's family in Nashville. We didn't arrive there until dinner time, but Caroline was a trooper and lasted until after she would normally go to bed. Since she went to bed so late that night and didn't get a great nap that day, she again slept late. This continued for a couple weeks, but we are now back on schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-2964938225636565509?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2964938225636565509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=2964938225636565509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2964938225636565509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/2964938225636565509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-day-excitement.html' title='Christmas Day Excitement'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SiVnhZgeQxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7dP3U4C9GGo/s72-c/DSC_8954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-495597091469624168</id><published>2009-01-09T13:43:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:50:44.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve &amp; Chicken Dance Elmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Christmas Eve, we went to Cool Springs to have Christmas with my mother-in-law's family at her niece's house. The first thing Caroline did when she arrived was check out their dog (Nelson), since she absolutely &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; dogs! Nelson also did some checking out of his own, but Caroline didn't mind too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291564029129022002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SW9pctZ4WjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gt4P0MGEv-A/s400/DSC_8348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291628334782224850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SW-j7yoWGdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FekHEW1uYI4/s400/DSC_8339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291572425547028834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SW9xFcf7mWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VFV4ciN44CM/s400/DSC_8351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Caroline has unfortunately gotten to the stage where she constantly pulls her bow out unless she is completely distracted - even then she will eventually pull it out. Cal happened to be closest to her when she pulled it out , so he decided it could serve a different purpose - a bow tie for his polo shirt. All he needed were wire-rim glasses to complete the look. It did look festive though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SW9pb4v0a5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZGohpRNBcIA/s1600-h/DSC_8416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291564014993959826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SW9pb4v0a5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZGohpRNBcIA/s400/DSC_8416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think for the adults the entertainment was provided by Caroline's reaction to Chicken Dance Elmo.  She had previously played with a similar one at a friend's house and thought he was funny; however, that was not quite the reaction we got.  When Chicken Dance Elmo started "dancing" toward Caroline, she moved quicker than I have ever seen her move.   Grammie was closest, so she jetted toward her to be "saved."  Once Elmo came too close, Caroline picked him up and basically threw him at me.  Kids are so funny though, because she kept wanting me to start him up but then she would throw him back.  To this day, they still have a love-hate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWeq_D3r_sI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i_j7NHSFm2Y/s1600-h/DSC_8441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289384287717293762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWeq_D3r_sI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i_j7NHSFm2Y/s400/DSC_8441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline really enjoyed unwrapping presents. We were surprised that she would actually rip the paper to see what was inside. I guess any time you have permission to rip paper at her age you can't pass that up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWeq-vBEjFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZSAiLJAR4II/s1600-h/DSC_8655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289384282119507026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWeq-vBEjFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZSAiLJAR4II/s400/DSC_8655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her aunt Deborah gave her a laptop - her first one but I'm sure not her last (she'll probably be required to have one for kindergarten). I think this was one of her favorite Christmas gifts. As you can see, she was typing away before it was even out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWeq-dtJ9vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/H_6Yv15MhCo/s1600-h/DSC_8768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289384277472573170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWeq-dtJ9vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/H_6Yv15MhCo/s400/DSC_8768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how Caroline and Nelson ended their night. Caroline had a wonderful time playing with him - I just hope &lt;strong&gt;he's&lt;/strong&gt; recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWeq-FjkzdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lX5vPYfx_Zo/s1600-h/DSC_8911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289384270989938130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWeq-FjkzdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lX5vPYfx_Zo/s400/DSC_8911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4349204298270379381-495597091469624168?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/495597091469624168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=495597091469624168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/495597091469624168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/495597091469624168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve-chicken-dance-elmo.html' title='Christmas Eve &amp; Chicken Dance Elmo'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SW9pctZ4WjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gt4P0MGEv-A/s72-c/DSC_8348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-9096126750788719805</id><published>2009-01-07T10:36:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:52:09.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friday After Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The day after Thanksgiving we went to my parents' house. Caroline loves to go outside when she is over there to chase the cat, but she also enjoyed playing in the leaves this particular day. She's never seen this many leaves since we don't have any trees in front of our house. When she saw her daddy come outside, she couldn't get there fast enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289497049986697986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWgRisDvCwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xKI8pMobcsQ/s400/DSC_7970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also the first time she rode in a Radio Flyer! She really knows how to ride in style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWThUn1l1fI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9KTLipJUkvg/s1600-h/DSC_8033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288599606847198706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWThUn1l1fI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9KTLipJUkvg/s400/DSC_8033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see here, she was getting a little more adventurous, so my mom had to grab hold. She still doesn't realize that you can't just jump off something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWThUUHAAfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nLm0b-voUno/s1600-h/DSC_8090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288599601551507954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWThUUHAAfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nLm0b-voUno/s400/DSC_8090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After all the excitement outside, we put the Christmas tree up. We actually put our tree up at their house, because I didn't want to spend every minute of everyday being the Christmas tree police. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWTf_SGURQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLx_eS2nnx0/s1600-h/DSC_8139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288598140722889986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWTf_SGURQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLx_eS2nnx0/s400/DSC_8139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think Cal just went along at first because I felt strongly about it. HOWEVER, after a couple minutes of telling Caroline "No, don't touch the ornaments!" (or some variation of that), I think he realized how right I was! Hopefully next year, we will have our tree in a much larger new house! I'll post info and pictures of it if we EVER get a contract signed. But that's a post for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWTf-sDUn-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/LZ9UNEyQQTg/s1600-h/DSC_8146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288598130509783010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWTf-sDUn-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/LZ9UNEyQQTg/s400/DSC_8146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4349204298270379381-9096126750788719805?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9096126750788719805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=9096126750788719805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/9096126750788719805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/9096126750788719805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-after-thanksgiving.html' title='The Friday After Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWgRisDvCwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xKI8pMobcsQ/s72-c/DSC_7970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-7647939487501372340</id><published>2009-01-07T10:07:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:35:49.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I'll try not to go so long between posts next time! With the holidays (not to mention the food poisoning Cal and I got the Friday after Christmas), I just couldn't find the time or energy to look through - literally - a couple thousand pictures. I plan to catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time since Cal and I started dating in 1997, we had a very quiet Thanksgiving. We went to Cal's parents and had lunch with his granny and two of his aunts (on his dad's side). The aunts gave Caroline a mouse that recites the Night Before Christmas. Caroline really wasn't sure what to think about it at first, but now she loves it! It makes this funny/annoying laugh before it starts speaking, and Caroline turns it on and off OVER AND OVER AND OVER to hear the laugh - it hardly ever gets past the laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288586004586188690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWTU83d2T5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/HBf0ujNDZF8/s400/DSC_7698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline loves playing with/trying to eat the magnets off the frig. She was pretending to give them away but would pull them back before anyone could touch them (which she thinks is the funniest thing). Cal calls her an Indian giver because she does that to him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288587721256890882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWTWgykCcgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9SYEGqxAutw/s400/DSC_7729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline thought Thanksgiving lunch was okay. She ate some turkey, but for some reason she has not grown to love mashed potatoes like every true Southerner - playing with "big people" spoons was much more entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWTU7up6WtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8VhdMfu7enk/s1600-h/DSC_7764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288585985040997074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWTU7up6WtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8VhdMfu7enk/s400/DSC_7764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked very stylish in her great-granny's Thanksgiving vest. I don't think you would confuse which holiday she was dressed for in this outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWTU7Co7teI/AAAAAAAAAEk/az7jOaGVpw0/s1600-h/DSC_7844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288585973225731554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWTU7Co7teI/AAAAAAAAAEk/az7jOaGVpw0/s400/DSC_7844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4349204298270379381-7647939487501372340?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7647939487501372340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=7647939487501372340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7647939487501372340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/7647939487501372340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SWTU83d2T5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/HBf0ujNDZF8/s72-c/DSC_7698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349204298270379381.post-8467128506607040522</id><published>2008-12-22T15:49:00.026-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:34:09.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline's Birthday - One Month Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome to our blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBmMAFxsMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/C8GI03gz4y8/s1600-h/DSC_7270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282834719274283202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBmMAFxsMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/C8GI03gz4y8/s400/DSC_7270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally starting a blog to keep everyone updated on our "exciting" life. I decided to take the plunge because I love reading Emily's blog (a friend from law school), and her husband (Matt) keeps asking when we are starting a blog - so here goes! Now, I will HAVE to remember to take my camera everywhere so I will actually have new material. I think the title describes pretty accurately what my focus will be. I'm starting with Caroline's birthday and working my way forward. Her party was Elmo themed - what 1 year old doesn't love Elmo? We began the festivities with her "smash" cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBmLnQIcYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YfTt_3wJXtQ/s1600-h/DSC_7226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282834712606830978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBmLnQIcYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YfTt_3wJXtQ/s400/DSC_7226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBmLNvTY0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/L7RuJWWzT0Q/s1600-h/DSC_7363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282834705758249794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBmLNvTY0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/L7RuJWWzT0Q/s400/DSC_7363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBmK-BIOvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4XwUMh5Z6c8/s1600-h/DSC_7423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282834701538048754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBmK-BIOvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4XwUMh5Z6c8/s400/DSC_7423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBmKmVNMaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dlzoqInc-hc/s1600-h/DSC_7431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282834695179809186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBmKmVNMaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dlzoqInc-hc/s400/DSC_7431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone got to enjoy cake that had not been poked, prodded or slobbered on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBj_gKkxsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hayo9HY5qFM/s1600-h/DSC_7217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282832305522788034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBj_gKkxsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hayo9HY5qFM/s400/DSC_7217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBj_NjRClI/AAAAAAAAADs/2YQ17UpPpJA/s1600-h/DSC_7231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282832300526078546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBj_NjRClI/AAAAAAAAADs/2YQ17UpPpJA/s400/DSC_7231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we opened presents, you can see what she enjoyed playing with the most - RIBBONS. She now plays with the other toys she received (we secretly threw the ribbon away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBj-5lD1SI/AAAAAAAAADk/0Ksz2DQ2x8A/s1600-h/DSC_7644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282832295164892450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBj-5lD1SI/AAAAAAAAADk/0Ksz2DQ2x8A/s400/DSC_7644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the last picture, she can walk on her own but has decided she's not going to yet. She can be so stubborn sometimes. We just hope she starts walking unassisted by the time she goes to kindergarten, although I think Cal has his doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBj-o5fcgI/AAAAAAAAADc/a5Q6yAW5dhI/s1600-h/DSC_7679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282832290687185410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBj-o5fcgI/AAAAAAAAADc/a5Q6yAW5dhI/s400/DSC_7679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4349204298270379381-8467128506607040522?l=renegarfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8467128506607040522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4349204298270379381&amp;postID=8467128506607040522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8467128506607040522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4349204298270379381/posts/default/8467128506607040522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renegarfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/carolines-birthday-one-month-late.html' title='Caroline&apos;s Birthday - One Month Late'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08014908922974483096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCwZuGLSTLE/SVBmMAFxsMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/C8GI03gz4y8/s72-c/DSC_7270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
