<?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-1868033344847780725</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:43:26.513-07:00</updated><category term='birthday'/><category term='Park'/><category term='Nicknames'/><category term='Doobie&apos;s Dedication'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>The Robinson Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837363906458805762</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868033344847780725.post-2777479988790469417</id><published>2009-10-13T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:21:13.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Pinkalicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 5"&gt; 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It was positively pinkalicious around here last night as we celebrated Sissie's half-birthday.  We started this tradition last year where we make cupcakes, sing"Happy half-birthday to you" or "Half-y birthday to you" whichever we feel like, and they receive a small gift.  This year, Sissie even got to have chicken "noggets" and "french tries" from "Old McDonalds" for lunch.  Oh, some of the words this girl comes up with just make my heart laugh.  Thanks Grandma for yummy lunch!  We also had some of Sissie's favorite foods for dinner.  Pancakes, bacon, and eggs.  Breakfast for dinner.  Yay!  We seriously need to do that more often. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVPmqz92NI/AAAAAAAAAQk/iJ-yUgZilDg/s1600-h/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVPmqz92NI/AAAAAAAAAQk/iJ-yUgZilDg/s320/DSC_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392303654591912146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we had pink cupcakes with pink frosting and cherries on top that Sissie helped me make and decorate.  She loves to help in the kitchen, and they turned out great!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVDA7czldI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0fCHKTTPuqg/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVDA7czldI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0fCHKTTPuqg/s320/DSC_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289812083611090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVG6jDXx4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/PEY3d-H6S8w/s1600-h/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVG6jDXx4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/PEY3d-H6S8w/s320/DSC_0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392294100501776258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVDAX4iAgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/eeBZtQ6oVW0/s1600-h/DSC_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVDAX4iAgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/eeBZtQ6oVW0/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289802536223234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVG7EpmlwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VBGKVfME1_A/s1600-h/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVG7EpmlwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VBGKVfME1_A/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392294109520500482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVDBlW7QgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DbIP7tU9Iok/s1600-h/DSC_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVDBlW7QgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DbIP7tU9Iok/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289823333237250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were eating them we talked about how they were pinkalicious, just like the ones in the story.  And about how much Sissie enjoyed borrowing that book from the library this summer.  I think she even asked daddy if he could taker her right then to the library so they could borrow it again. But there was no need to borrow it any longer, because last night Sissie got her very own copy of Pinkalicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVHpX4edaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pUFb4-Mk36o/s1600-h/DSC_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVHpX4edaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pUFb4-Mk36o/s320/DSC_0285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392294904957138338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cute book about a girl who eats too many pink cupcakes and her whole body turns pink!  Sissie was so excited about her new book. We had a really fun day celebrating our two-and-a-half year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  In other news, Bubbas is getting so big.  He'll be one in a few short weeks, and is mastering all kinds of new tricks.  I even was able to get this one on camera, which is close to a miracle.   Anyway, Bubbas has learned to raise his hands when we say "so big", and he's just so dern cute doing it I had to share.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVG8OowTJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9YcbsYIbfOY/s1600-h/DSC_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/StVG8OowTJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9YcbsYIbfOY/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392294129381166226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kay.  One more.  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They played while we waited for daddy to get home, and I got some fun photos. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sqnqc80X4KI/AAAAAAAAAPE/11oZ4UsANg0/s1600-h/DSC_1009b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sqnqc80X4KI/AAAAAAAAAPE/11oZ4UsANg0/s320/DSC_1009b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380089012953800866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sqno1N29g4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/M8dX5EMf-6Q/s1600-h/DSC_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sqno1N29g4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/M8dX5EMf-6Q/s320/DSC_1019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380087230821663618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sqno0nN4UfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/aIGflqbujvM/s1600-h/DSC_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sqno0nN4UfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/aIGflqbujvM/s320/DSC_0993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380087220448809458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85756/pupsncoco/1eac536add9c88e3c4c5198b1091fd81.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! 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It's been kinda cool, and it hasn't been our doing each time, but it has made the days we've celebrated more special and memorable.  Goosie's birthday fell on Easter this year, and then this Father's Day, daddy shared the spotlight a little while with Doobie as he was dedicated at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day started out with gifts and yummy breakfast at Eat at Joes, a fun little diner, not too far from our house.  It's become our Father's Day tradition now to have breakfast there.  We didn't take a photo this year, but I remember the one from last year, Doobie was still baking inside my belly, and the peanut girl had just turned one.  Boy how time flies!  Breakfast was great! I heart their pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the afternoon at my parent's house with my dad, mom and grammy.   We had a smorgasbord of yummy 'appetizerey' finger foods for lunch.   Our feast included strawberries with marshmallow fluff-cream cheese dip, apples and caramel dip, pigs in a blanket, honey BBQ wings, a cheese platter and yummy chocolate satin pie for dessert (like we needed dessert).  I'm starting to salivate just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqFNhp8ILI/AAAAAAAAANU/-e08Q3IL3rA/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqFNhp8ILI/AAAAAAAAANU/-e08Q3IL3rA/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362244773757067442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What Father's Day wouldn't be complete without a little snooze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  We left my parents, made a pit-stop at home for a quick change, and we were off to church.  We do baby dedication at our church instead of the more traditional baptism.  The dedication ceremony is more of a 'parent' thing as the parents make a commitment to raise their child to know and learn about God, with the support from other church members.  Jus and I decided that we wanted to have Goosie with us as we dedicated Doobie, even though we knew full well that it could make things interesting.  And, though this was supposed to be a serious occasion, it was actually pretty funny to watch.  Goosie sang the Happy Birthday song and was talking in full voice about our car going 'beep beep' in front of everyone.  And, Doobie mauled our poor pastor during his prayer - touching all over his face with his drooley hands and giving kisses too.  Pastor Tim didn't even miss a beat.  It was pretty impressive, and as I said earlier, you couldn't help but chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqFOeG6tEI/AAAAAAAAANc/3wfr6RfmENg/s1600-h/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqFOeG6tEI/AAAAAAAAANc/3wfr6RfmENg/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362244789984736322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqFPXXTgvI/AAAAAAAAANs/J3YOpyf8Hzg/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqFPXXTgvI/AAAAAAAAANs/J3YOpyf8Hzg/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362244805354291954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqFO2dNZ2I/AAAAAAAAANk/XblCcED5_po/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqFO2dNZ2I/AAAAAAAAANk/XblCcED5_po/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362244796520687458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqJfF_BThI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zukEB0pmJAI/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqJfF_BThI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zukEB0pmJAI/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362249473613450770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to get some photos of the kids with daddy when we got home that day.  You guys, I have the most wonderful husband.  He is so sweet and thoughtful, and is such a good dad.  I'm so thankful for him, and so glad he's Goosie and Doobie's daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqJfRoy8_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/XPMh3Ivqoqk/s1600-h/DSC_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqJfRoy8_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/XPMh3Ivqoqk/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362249476741460978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqJf-5ox4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/padxAwYNFQQ/s1600-h/DSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqJf-5ox4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/padxAwYNFQQ/s320/DSC_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362249488891692930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqNGRc75MI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qYeA5tpIcoQ/s1600-h/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqNGRc75MI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qYeA5tpIcoQ/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362253445241496770" 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/1868033344847780725-4076845266443352050?l=meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/4076845266443352050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/4076845266443352050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com/2009/07/fathers-day-and-doobies-dedication.html' title='Father&apos;s Day and Doobie&apos;s Dedication'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837363906458805762</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/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SmqFNbX-GzI/AAAAAAAAANM/MXmCwpJxh3U/s72-c/DSC_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868033344847780725.post-4298990282026862195</id><published>2009-07-10T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:58:25.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park'/><title type='text'>Park Fun</title><content type='html'>We had such a fun day at the park last month with daddy.  I know, I know, it was last month (already!).  And I keep fully intending on just posting new photos about new events here with the Robinsons, but I really like the pictures I got this day. So, I'm finally getting around to them, and then I can move on to more recent, but still not quite current, happenings!  Goodness. Maybe someday I'll be caught up *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids started off in the swings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc13UGrrCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/M5H1VQWMNsE/s1600-h/DSC_2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc13UGrrCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/M5H1VQWMNsE/s320/DSC_2050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356809506186308642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc0CixH1fI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ojFH0YVtqmk/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc0CixH1fI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ojFH0YVtqmk/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356807500077716978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc5Hy9y2tI/AAAAAAAAANE/t8DXPOyb8fs/s1600-h/DSC_2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc5Hy9y2tI/AAAAAAAAANE/t8DXPOyb8fs/s320/DSC_2071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356813087883320018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Doobie.  They're so cute together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for some sliding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc0DM5MQAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PT2XsDwHHcc/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc0DM5MQAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PT2XsDwHHcc/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356807511385849858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc0Dg3pDqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/TkIbjmoGDXs/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc0Dg3pDqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/TkIbjmoGDXs/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356807516748058274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my new favorites of Goosie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, before we left the park, daddy taught Goosie how to roll down the hill. She was great at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc0D0Cu_uI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8LNN76MlTfk/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc0D0Cu_uI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8LNN76MlTfk/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356807521894858466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a really fun afternoon at the park. And, I can only imagine that as the kids grow it's only going to get better and better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868033344847780725-4298990282026862195?l=meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/4298990282026862195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/4298990282026862195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com/2009/07/park-fun.html' title='Park Fun'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837363906458805762</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/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Slc13UGrrCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/M5H1VQWMNsE/s72-c/DSC_2050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868033344847780725.post-4422166009207783617</id><published>2009-06-17T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:13:13.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Disneyland</title><content type='html'>I'm finally getting around to posting a few photos we took on a trip to Disneyland with Grandma and Grandpa last month.  We had such a fun time together.  And, I have to say, experiencing Disneyland through this sweet girl's eyes has really changed my perspective .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SjnjpRlwbmI/AAAAAAAAALo/-GXYTD663Wg/s1600-h/IMG_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SjnjpRlwbmI/AAAAAAAAALo/-GXYTD663Wg/s320/IMG_1402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348556330715082338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all went on a number of rides together including almost all of Goosie's favorites right now: Dumbo, the Carousel, and Small World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sjnn5J2BpYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zCZknP_UI4I/s1600-h/IMG_1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sjnn5J2BpYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zCZknP_UI4I/s320/IMG_1410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348561001560253826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had yummy corn dogs for dinner, and even got to see some beautiful fireworks as we were heading to the car.  It was a really nice day.  Thanks for coming with us, Grandma and Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sjnjpn0rShI/AAAAAAAAALw/6jJUFG8y6Uw/s1600-h/IMG_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sjnjpn0rShI/AAAAAAAAALw/6jJUFG8y6Uw/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348556336683239954" 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/1868033344847780725-4422166009207783617?l=meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/4422166009207783617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/4422166009207783617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventures-in-disneyland.html' title='Adventures in Disneyland'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837363906458805762</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/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SjnjpRlwbmI/AAAAAAAAALo/-GXYTD663Wg/s72-c/IMG_1402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868033344847780725.post-5362664720444296451</id><published>2009-06-17T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:43:01.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>I don't think I can write another post without thanking &lt;a href="http://iheartwombats.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://penniesinmycouch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt; for helping cute-tify my blog.  You are both so talented; which worked out good for me since I don't have the faintest idea about html code and such.  So, thank you, thank you, and go check out their blogs if you haven't already.  They're pretty darn cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868033344847780725-5362664720444296451?l=meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/5362664720444296451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/5362664720444296451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837363906458805762</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868033344847780725.post-3758337280742319548</id><published>2009-05-14T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:14:10.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub A Dub Dub...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOTH KIDS IN THE TUB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgyW2EcA3PI/AAAAAAAAALg/zogbsthKg-s/s1600-h/DSC_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgyW2EcA3PI/AAAAAAAAALg/zogbsthKg-s/s320/DSC_1740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335805514175536370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be brave and bathe both kids at the same time since Jus wasn't home from work yet.  It wasn't too bad.  In fact, it totally saved time (and water).  I'll definitely have to try it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868033344847780725-3758337280742319548?l=meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/3758337280742319548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/3758337280742319548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com/2009/05/rub-dub-dub.html' title='Rub A Dub Dub...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837363906458805762</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/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgyW2EcA3PI/AAAAAAAAALg/zogbsthKg-s/s72-c/DSC_1740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868033344847780725.post-7995203247187393206</id><published>2009-05-13T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:37:22.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy "Nother's" (Mother's) Day!</title><content type='html'>I am (mostly) loving the fact that my sweet two-year-old girl can pretty much say anything she wants.   And, she's pretty understandable for just turning two.  But, what I love the most is when she says something that's almost-but-not-exactly right.   Some of my favorite Goosie-isms are "cow-cow-der" for catepillar,  "Ingle Mush-ins" for English Muffins (mom's breakfast of choice) and my new favorite, "Par-ma-mon" Cheese (I told her she couldn't have Parmesan cheese on her yogurt-eeeew).&lt;br /&gt;So, I was thrilled when (after some prompting from daddy) I heard "Happy NOTHER'S day" come out of my sweet girl's mouth as she crawled into bed with us on Sunday.   It was so cute, and it made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SguZZyEcTvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nKZwhstyzfA/s1600-h/DSC_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SguZZyEcTvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nKZwhstyzfA/s320/DSC_1664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335526851766669042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my girl.  I love her sweetness.  I love that she's so funny.  I love that she is so smart.  I love that she's loves to entertain.  I love her determination.  I love her curiosity.  I tell her all the time that I love her like crazy...  I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SguZZYUsmHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/45dNoHxXiag/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SguZZYUsmHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/45dNoHxXiag/s320/Copy+of+DSC_1612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335526844855523442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my little man.  I am in love with his dimples.  I love that he is so charming.  I love that he loves to be held.  I love that his smile melts my heart.  I love that I'm still figuring out who he is.  I love him, I love him, I love him...I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SguZZnlxwoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tngXh17d61A/s1600-h/DSC_1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SguZZnlxwoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tngXh17d61A/s320/DSC_1632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335526848953696898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that these two beautiful babes made me a mother.  I'm so thankful for my own mom who has been such a beautiful example to me of how to be a good mom.  Happy "Nother's" Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868033344847780725-7995203247187393206?l=meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/7995203247187393206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/7995203247187393206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-nothers-mothers-day.html' title='Happy &quot;Nother&apos;s&quot; (Mother&apos;s) Day!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837363906458805762</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/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SguZZyEcTvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nKZwhstyzfA/s72-c/DSC_1664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868033344847780725.post-1714960687019971211</id><published>2009-05-09T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:04:13.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgZgnAK_MpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QXymBWYEoyo/s1600-h/DSC_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgZgnAK_MpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QXymBWYEoyo/s320/DSC_1515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334057031844180626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sunny days, sweepin' the clouds away".  Dang, that song is stuck in my head again.  I told you we watch a lot of Sesame Street (No, we really don't watch it all day. I promise. 1 episode a day...maybe). Anyway, I figured it was such a nice day we had to take advantage of going outside.  Goosie loves her water table and when I say loves, I mean LOVES.  She asked for it almost every day during winter, and at the time I was relieved to tell her that she could use it when it got a little warmer outside.  So, this week I was out of excuses, as we were roasting like marshmallows inside our little house.  Plus I was getting cabin fever since the kids were sick and couldn't have the playdates we had planned for the week.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgZfb4ftZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/9KNagotC8BI/s1600-h/DSC_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgZfb4ftZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/9KNagotC8BI/s320/DSC_1518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334055741293422466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still takes me way too long to get out of the house with these two.  I don't really know why, but we finally made it out all sunscreened and hats on and into the front yard for some fun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgZX_f0mZXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9U_LM6vbgGA/s1600-h/DSC_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgZX_f0mZXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9U_LM6vbgGA/s320/DSC_1507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334047557052425586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goosie loves to use her watering cans to water the big palm tree in front of our house.&lt;br /&gt;And, Doobie even got to splash around in the water table a little bit. He's doing really well sitting on his own, too.  It's like all of a sudden he's becoming a big boy.  Have I told you how much I love my kids?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgZX_LLvczI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ywU3FY4vv3g/s1600-h/DSC_1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgZX_LLvczI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ywU3FY4vv3g/s320/DSC_1492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334047551512343346" 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/1868033344847780725-1714960687019971211?l=meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/1714960687019971211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/1714960687019971211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunny-days.html' title='Sunny Days'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837363906458805762</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/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgZgnAK_MpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QXymBWYEoyo/s72-c/DSC_1515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868033344847780725.post-6939361945474139207</id><published>2009-05-06T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:05:52.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la la Elmo's World</title><content type='html'>Sesame street is Goosie's absolute favorite show right now, and, well, it's the only show she's watching right now. She really is only interested in the Elmo's World segment of the show. In fact, she whines, "wanna watch Elmo show" when any other part of Sesame Street is on. So, I thought it would only be fitting that her second birthday party would be an Elmo Party. (Confused? The other birthday photos I posted were from her actual birthday, which was also Easter this year. We figured our friends were gonna be busy with their families that day, so we decided to have her 'friends' party on a different weekend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were talking with Goosie, before she turned two, about what she would like for her birthday party she told us, cake and a jumper. What else would a two year old want? So, a planning I did go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of one of my closest friends, Rachel, I tried my hand at cake making. I had seen a few cupcake cakes of Elmo's face on the internet; and got it in my head that that's what I had to do. You really don't want to know how much red food coloring gel I put into the frosting to get it this red, but it still tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIBgbuQtUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IvFPUvfZGgo/s1600-h/DSC_1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIBgbuQtUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IvFPUvfZGgo/s200/DSC_1307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332826565469320514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a few cupcakes left over so we made some 'Dorothy's' with goldfish crackers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIGwU7-tiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FRalnHEBoxI/s1600-h/DSC_1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIGwU7-tiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FRalnHEBoxI/s320/DSC_1308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332832336083858978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For decorations, I tried to replicate some of the drawings that are on Elmo's walls on the show, and we got a bouquet of Elmo balloons. I also filled fish bowls with goldfish crackers and put them outside on the tables for snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIBhl9R4LI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eac0AFAxqbA/s1600-h/DSC_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIBhl9R4LI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eac0AFAxqbA/s200/DSC_1311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332826585396535474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIC9ubzXRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/b169hlD4SsE/s1600-h/DSC_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIC9ubzXRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/b169hlD4SsE/s200/DSC_1310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332828168220007698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIBg_Qm7xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/e42kCLlvyrk/s1600-h/DSC_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIBg_Qm7xI/AAAAAAAAAGs/e42kCLlvyrk/s200/DSC_1309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332826575008624402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIFPCv5idI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5z9M20OT1c0/s1600-h/DSC_1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIFPCv5idI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5z9M20OT1c0/s320/DSC_1312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332830664754039250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I decorated our tv to look like it was Elmo's tv featuring our sweet girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent more hours than I'm willing to admit on these magnets that I made for kids (and adults) to assemble and take home for their fridge.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIQqAB5kJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mjqmk8ov7qU/s1600-h/DSC_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIQqAB5kJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mjqmk8ov7qU/s200/DSC_1522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332843222508605586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIQqW1HnBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/J958FdpowTY/s1600-h/DSC_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIQqW1HnBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/J958FdpowTY/s200/DSC_1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332843228629015570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this was Goosie's that she made at the party...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIQq-2Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/GMlGQsP9zek/s1600-h/DSC_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIQq-2Ui9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/GMlGQsP9zek/s200/DSC_1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332843239371475922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also rented an Elmo jumper. I love the company we rented it from-Party on Rentals. They even cleaned the inside after they set it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIFPZrAqAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/d5yHnvo0-E4/s1600-h/DSC_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIFPZrAqAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/d5yHnvo0-E4/s320/DSC_1319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332830670907549698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Needless to say, she enjoyed the jumper. And made almost everyone at the party go in too. I even heard grandma got in there with her, the good sport that she is. I wish I had a picture of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIJNOgLCkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bRX081m9lBg/s1600-h/DSC_1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIJNOgLCkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bRX081m9lBg/s200/DSC_1328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332835031596075586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIIfjlrIJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Y2s61xSKSeE/s1600-h/DSC_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIIfjlrIJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Y2s61xSKSeE/s200/DSC_1334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332834246982312082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgINOuOFRnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8_84IGDasBU/s1600-h/DSC_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgINOuOFRnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8_84IGDasBU/s200/DSC_1385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332839455336515186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a break from the bouncing to have some cake and open gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIKWkAo_MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8MynzkaNEEc/s1600-h/DSC_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIKWkAo_MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8MynzkaNEEc/s200/DSC_1347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332836291499850946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was Doobie?  He was in his full glory; in the loving arms of all the women at the party, of course.  Here he is with Auntie Dee.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgINPPUUILI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZvbfGdiMPcY/s1600-h/DSC_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgINPPUUILI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZvbfGdiMPcY/s200/DSC_1366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332839464221024434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a wonderful day. And though I know that she won't remember it at all, I'm glad she'll have these photos to look back on one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868033344847780725-6939361945474139207?l=meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/6939361945474139207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/6939361945474139207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-la-la-la-elmos-world.html' title='La la la la Elmo&apos;s World'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837363906458805762</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/_GHAMcqw0NOY/SgIBgbuQtUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IvFPUvfZGgo/s72-c/DSC_1307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868033344847780725.post-6251774380970842863</id><published>2009-05-03T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:08:14.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicknames'/><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>Even though I'm sure most of you who will read our blog know our kids' real names, we decided to give them nicknames in order to keep them safe since it's a public site.  We picked 'Goosie' for our sweet girl - it's one of her nicknames and I think it started as Silly goose, but got shortened to Goosie.  We'll call our little man 'Doobie' which is one of his nicknames that evolved from his middle name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868033344847780725-6251774380970842863?l=meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/6251774380970842863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/6251774380970842863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com/2009/05/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837363906458805762</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868033344847780725.post-3157889276491808315</id><published>2009-05-03T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:03:32.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Two Year old on Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>This year Goosie's birthday fell on Easter Sunday, so we had two special things to celebrate.  It was a jam packed day, but my heart was so full seeing her open her gifts and go on her very first Easter Egg hunt at the Duckie House.  I have such fond memories of doing my own Easter egg hunts there every year and I'm so glad to see the tradition carry on for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to  give Goosie her new play kitchen in the morning before church.  It was too big to wrap so we cut one of those large plastic decorated gift bags and draped it over the top and taped it to the back.  When she came out in the morning, she peeked underneath and we asked "what is it?". She replied "It's a tent!".  We laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4UW3aZeyI/AAAAAAAAADk/WxeHgJW0z2Q/s1600-h/DSC_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4UW3aZeyI/AAAAAAAAADk/WxeHgJW0z2Q/s320/DSC_1068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721391917595426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;     Yes, she's in her Christmas jammies in April, but they still fit so she still wears them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         Before too long, we were off to church.   Easter Sunday is Jus' very favorite holiday, and for a few years in a row now, we've listened to his favorite Easter worship CD in the morning at home or in the car on the way to church.  It is quickly becoming a treasured Easter tradition.  Every year our church service is held on the front lawn of one of our friend's homes overlooking the Pacific ocean.  It is also where Jus and I got married, so it's got extra sentimental value to us.  It was a beautiful day, and my friend Rebecca took a few photos of the birthday girl for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4W3f93PVI/AAAAAAAAADs/c8RyDsreK38/s1600-h/DSC_1088b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4W3f93PVI/AAAAAAAAADs/c8RyDsreK38/s320/DSC_1088b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331724151582834002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4XWVfD2BI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qxXUduo1B98/s1600-h/DSC_1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4XWVfD2BI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qxXUduo1B98/s320/DSC_1089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331724681345226770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then off to the Duckie House to spend the rest of the day with Grammy Great, Grandma, Grandpa and Matt and Auntie Siso.  These are a few of my favorite photos that were taken shortly after arriving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf55dPW0_mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DyJGRZcyvN8/s1600-h/DSC_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf55dPW0_mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DyJGRZcyvN8/s320/DSC_1130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331832552098692706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daddy and Doobie looking cute in their matching orange Polos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4cs1zDqaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DgN1PrV8UD8/s1600-h/DSC_1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4cs1zDqaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DgN1PrV8UD8/s320/DSC_1155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331730565534296482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My new favorite picture of me and Goosie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4gTMvzkZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tkDOPirmxcc/s1600-h/DSC_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4gTMvzkZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tkDOPirmxcc/s320/DSC_1208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331734523064586642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Doobie and Grammy Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     And then the Easter egg hunt began.  It was so fun to see Goosie walking around in her own unhurried style picking up Easter eggs.  She loved it! She even found a small basket full of stickers and Teddy Grahams from Grammy Great at the end of her hunt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4gSJvbfpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F7E-Q1VhXSY/s1600-h/DSC_1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4gSJvbfpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F7E-Q1VhXSY/s320/DSC_1163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331734505077833362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4gSRLEFKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Sh4M5g3nBAc/s1600-h/DSC_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4gSRLEFKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Sh4M5g3nBAc/s320/DSC_1199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331734507072787618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4gSqSpUaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/F2Xr5h8Yw2I/s1600-h/DSC_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4gSqSpUaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/F2Xr5h8Yw2I/s320/DSC_1203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331734513815474594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And, she picked up a cute little duck and a few eggs for her little brother.  &lt;/span&gt;I think he liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4gTcK0fxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pVkbNiIRBVQ/s1600-h/DSC_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4gTcK0fxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pVkbNiIRBVQ/s320/DSC_1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331734527204425490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came the Easter Baskets from us and from Grandma and Grandpa.  Our tradition every year is to give them each a new bathing suit and sandals for summer in addition to their toys and candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf5xgvkEzQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Sus3p6e2A_s/s1600-h/Easter2009%28fromsiso_3%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf5xgvkEzQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Sus3p6e2A_s/s320/Easter2009%28fromsiso_3%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331823816190774530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf5xhKX8hHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HXfRLTPvON0/s1600-h/Easter2009%28fromsiso_5%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf5xhKX8hHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HXfRLTPvON0/s320/Easter2009%28fromsiso_5%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331823823387657330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Goosie got to open her gifts; including a new tricycle from Grammy Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4kaa3txNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4RhW4d_WH64/s1600-h/DSC_1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4kaa3txNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4RhW4d_WH64/s320/DSC_1265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331739045161452754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And we all had princess cake to finish off the night.  What a wonderful day :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4kaj_zI8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9mokuPN-hhg/s1600-h/DSC_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4kaj_zI8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9mokuPN-hhg/s320/DSC_1281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331739047611278274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's one last photo I couldn't resist of Doobie and Uncle Matt.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf5z2QUDvPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VgTlDXvUNwM/s1600-h/Easter2009%28fromsiso_7%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf5z2QUDvPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VgTlDXvUNwM/s320/Easter2009%28fromsiso_7%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331826384782474482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868033344847780725-3157889276491808315?l=meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/3157889276491808315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868033344847780725/posts/default/3157889276491808315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meettherobinsons4.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-year-old-on-easter-sunday.html' title='A Two Year old on Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16837363906458805762</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/_GHAMcqw0NOY/Sf4UW3aZeyI/AAAAAAAAADk/WxeHgJW0z2Q/s72-c/DSC_1068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868033344847780725.post-7029972912458767929</id><published>2009-04-27T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:46:18.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joining the ranks</title><content type='html'>Welcome to our blog!  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