<?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-2835199190499090595</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:01:15.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For this I went to college?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-7697638126100317462</id><published>2009-03-13T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:02:35.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Oven Fiasco</title><content type='html'>So, a couple of weeks ago, our oven stopped working.  It was acting a bit strange previously (the main oddity was the light would spontaneously flash when the oven wasn't on and you couldn't make it stop) and one day, it just shut itself off while warming up.  One number would show in the display, but nothing else was lit and pushing the buttons showed no results.  We tried unplugging it, and when we plugged it back in, not even the clock came back on.  We made a change of dinner plans that night.  The next morning, it spontaneously came back on - but still wouldn't heat up without shutting down.  We called someone to come look which took a few days.  When he came, he was certain it was the board, ordered us a refurbished part, and scheduled an appointment for one week later.  The part came, he came at the scheduled time, put it in, and things were looking good.  The light was working as it should and it was starting to warm up.  Then, it shut down, but the display was a bit different.  After doing some major troubleshooting, he determines that the refurbished part was defective and orders us a new one.  The appointment is set for a few days later.  This time, a new guy comes.  He puts in the part as I have seen before.  It looks like this time is going to work.  It warms for longer than the last time.  I am talking about baking cookies in celebration.  Then, the beeping starts.  An error code has come up.  He calls it in to see what exactly this code means.  After a short discussion on the phone, he asks me to tell him a bit more about what behaviors the oven has been demonstrating lately.  He then tells me that code is specific to a DIFFERENT part, which would also explain the strange stuff that had been happening before.  Because this "membrane" which connects to the control panel will function intermittently, I now have a sometimes working oven.  After all of the fun that we have been through, they are going to absorb the cost of the new part and come on Tuesday to put it in.  It has now arrived via UPS, please say a prayer for me before Tuesday afternoon ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-7697638126100317462?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7697638126100317462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=7697638126100317462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/7697638126100317462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/7697638126100317462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-oven-fiasco.html' title='Our Oven Fiasco'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-1986046984634625415</id><published>2009-02-26T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:41:20.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samantha's fourth birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samantha's birthday fell on a Sunday this year, so we let her open her presents just after we got home from church.  I told Jeff I might make the kids dress up for opening presents from now on since she looked so cute in her Sunday clothes ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhY0sqF5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Kj10DDHL3OE/s1600-h/birthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhY0sqF5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Kj10DDHL3OE/s320/birthday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307177027481769874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lady and the Tramp - one of her new favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhYyP2MFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/kR5IcH-vQ2s/s1600-h/birthday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhYyP2MFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/kR5IcH-vQ2s/s320/birthday3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307177026824056914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Barbie that Priscilla just had to get for her sister - although I suspect it was because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; anticipated playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhYlN29EI/AAAAAAAAAWs/h5o-VNvIeUU/s1600-h/birthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhYlN29EI/AAAAAAAAAWs/h5o-VNvIeUU/s320/birthday1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307177023326057538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natasha was an eager participant in the festivities.  With her first birthday and Christmas behind her, she now understands what gift opening is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhGocXVbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gA0vO02bgYQ/s1600-h/birthday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhGocXVbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gA0vO02bgYQ/s320/birthday5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307176714954560946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Samantha's first camera - a Hello Kitty digital camera.  Priscilla has probably gotten more use out it so far, but Samantha has managed to take a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhGocZt6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ewgS57_6Ff8/s1600-h/birthday6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhGocZt6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ewgS57_6Ff8/s320/birthday6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307176714954717090" 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhGXiiN6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/QHtwS_roM70/s1600-h/birthday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhGXiiN6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/QHtwS_roM70/s320/birthday4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307176710417037218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her hair looks a little wild because we did the cake after her bath.  I can't believe she is already four - where did the time go?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhY6xSmtI/AAAAAAAAAXE/jEU8QQOP0UQ/s1600-h/birthday7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhY6xSmtI/AAAAAAAAAXE/jEU8QQOP0UQ/s320/birthday7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307177029111814866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-1986046984634625415?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1986046984634625415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=1986046984634625415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/1986046984634625415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/1986046984634625415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/samanthas-fourth-birthday.html' title='Samantha&apos;s fourth birthday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SabhY0sqF5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Kj10DDHL3OE/s72-c/birthday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-5394926558933630888</id><published>2009-02-06T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:29:38.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a rough winter for us health-wise. It seems someone has been sick every week!  That is why the girls are pictured here standing in front of our last-minute ten dollar Christmas tree.  Yes, they do get quite eager to unload their trees two or three days before Christmas.  We just couldn't seem to get out to buy one until the week of Christmas.  I didn't spend a whole lot of time putting on ornaments, knowing I was going to take them down again in a few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0m86p4MbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/cE8oiG-9pps/s1600-h/christmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0m86p4MbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/cE8oiG-9pps/s400/christmas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295431564836483506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natasha with Grandpa.  She loves her "papa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0mYbXvOZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/g2cXxB98Cfo/s1600-h/christmas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0mYbXvOZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/g2cXxB98Cfo/s320/christmas5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430937963608466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Samantha loves her "Puppy in My Pocket" and "Littlest Pet Shop" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0mYY8ZJ6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/zN17FQyo3Ig/s1600-h/christmas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0mYY8ZJ6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/zN17FQyo3Ig/s320/christmas4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430937312044962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls were wild about these dogs in a handbag :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0mYH3bEgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/9w_qe3UXx0o/s1600-h/christmas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0mYH3bEgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/9w_qe3UXx0o/s320/christmas3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430932727796226" 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/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0mYP4-XKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PLqn085oegA/s1600-h/christmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0mYP4-XKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PLqn085oegA/s320/christmas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430934881787042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barbie Mariposa - the one thing Priscilla particularly wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0mMpZMZ2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/UcmGrnI_oLA/s1600-h/christmas6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0mMpZMZ2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/UcmGrnI_oLA/s320/christmas6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430735569381218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The obnoxious singing penguin that Grandpa picked out.  Oh yeah, he sings and waddles very loudly along our wooden floors.  A truly vile toy, but she does love it.  Grandpa can choose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0mMj6V6gI/AAAAAAAAATs/Tfx7ArhMqJc/s1600-h/christmas8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0mMj6V6gI/AAAAAAAAATs/Tfx7ArhMqJc/s320/christmas8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430734097803778" 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/2835199190499090595-5394926558933630888?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5394926558933630888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=5394926558933630888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/5394926558933630888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/5394926558933630888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SX0m86p4MbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/cE8oiG-9pps/s72-c/christmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-6124068767496903939</id><published>2009-02-03T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:50:43.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natasha's first birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqZGGI-usI/AAAAAAAAASs/CsJk85iFy2g/s1600-h/birthday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqZGGI-usI/AAAAAAAAASs/CsJk85iFy2g/s1600-h/birthday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures were taken on November 11th, her actual birthday, so posting this leaves me only a few months behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqZGGI-usI/AAAAAAAAASs/CsJk85iFy2g/s1600-h/birthday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqZGGI-usI/AAAAAAAAASs/CsJk85iFy2g/s200/birthday4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294712641933982402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is hard to believe that our littlest girl is over a year old now :(  Natasha was a little hesitant with the opening of the gifts at first, but her sisters were more than willing to lend a hand and she caught on quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqZGICGgbI/AAAAAAAAASk/_mDpqv1aTyU/s1600-h/birthday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqZGICGgbI/AAAAAAAAASk/_mDpqv1aTyU/s200/birthday5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294712642442002866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqZFzqNkWI/AAAAAAAAASc/Wetqfuf0noA/s1600-h/birthday7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqZFzqNkWI/AAAAAAAAASc/Wetqfuf0noA/s200/birthday7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294712636973093218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqZF-Bv8tI/AAAAAAAAASU/MyaEp8P8xD0/s1600-h/birthday6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqZF-Bv8tI/AAAAAAAAASU/MyaEp8P8xD0/s200/birthday6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294712639756169938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cake, however, was not such a foreign concept to her and she was eager to have her share of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqYOyLxwtI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MBwOsDIWrQc/s1600-h/birthday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqYOyLxwtI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MBwOsDIWrQc/s320/birthday3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294711691684201170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqYO4vohYI/AAAAAAAAASE/mFs7K3KwGxc/s1600-h/birthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqYO4vohYI/AAAAAAAAASE/mFs7K3KwGxc/s320/birthday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294711693445203330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqYPEOYYqI/AAAAAAAAASM/f2PivwBol1o/s1600-h/birthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqYPEOYYqI/AAAAAAAAASM/f2PivwBol1o/s320/birthday1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294711696526959266" 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/2835199190499090595-6124068767496903939?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6124068767496903939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=6124068767496903939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/6124068767496903939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/6124068767496903939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/natashas-first-birthday.html' title='Natasha&apos;s first birthday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqZGGI-usI/AAAAAAAAASs/CsJk85iFy2g/s72-c/birthday4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-257173670573523760</id><published>2009-02-03T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:41:20.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowman</title><content type='html'>The weather sure changes fast in Michigan!  Just a few short weeks after taking pictures of the girls on the front lawn in their T-shirts, we have enough snow to put together a snowman.  It took about all the snow we had, though.  Jeff is the lucky one who has taken on the task of keeping up this annual tradition.  I prefer to watch from the warmth of the house and take a picture when the deed is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqb2txJg5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/GWq_zc6hf-o/s1600-h/snowman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqb2txJg5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/GWq_zc6hf-o/s400/snowman1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294715676228420498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqb26ykXLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tEz7xvybiAU/s1600-h/snowman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqb26ykXLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tEz7xvybiAU/s400/snowman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294715679724035250" 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/2835199190499090595-257173670573523760?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/257173670573523760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=257173670573523760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/257173670573523760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/257173670573523760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/snowman.html' title='Snowman'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqb2txJg5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/GWq_zc6hf-o/s72-c/snowman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-8373634809071649618</id><published>2009-01-25T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:21:48.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A group of us ladies met for dinner and then went to see Twilight the weekend it came out.  It was so fun.  Of course, I had already succumbed to temptation and saw it at 12:01 Friday morning with Charity, but I enjoyed it even more the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqhI2Yqv2I/AAAAAAAAATk/ezsczRcgPfM/s1600-h/twilight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqhI2Yqv2I/AAAAAAAAATk/ezsczRcgPfM/s320/twilight1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294721485337444194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melanie and Shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqhI8sb9rI/AAAAAAAAATc/qpmLfsTki9Y/s1600-h/twilight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqhI8sb9rI/AAAAAAAAATc/qpmLfsTki9Y/s320/twilight2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294721487030974130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elaine, Me, Charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqhImHjfKI/AAAAAAAAATU/UgwLFJric9c/s1600-h/twilight3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqhImHjfKI/AAAAAAAAATU/UgwLFJric9c/s320/twilight3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294721480970697890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tori, Melisa, Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqhIrgWO9I/AAAAAAAAATM/0Lx6B1q-U8k/s1600-h/twilight4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqhIrgWO9I/AAAAAAAAATM/0Lx6B1q-U8k/s320/twilight4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294721482416864210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jen, Jeannette, Holli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqg6FTRwqI/AAAAAAAAATE/MZkavZU3q9M/s1600-h/twilight5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqg6FTRwqI/AAAAAAAAATE/MZkavZU3q9M/s400/twilight5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294721231643329186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-8373634809071649618?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8373634809071649618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=8373634809071649618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/8373634809071649618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/8373634809071649618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SXqhI2Yqv2I/AAAAAAAAATk/ezsczRcgPfM/s72-c/twilight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-6021550689595256138</id><published>2009-01-23T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:00:31.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm November</title><content type='html'>Just thought I would take some fun pictures of the girls while we had such nice weather.  Early November and we were all outside without jackets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXaji-zzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BoqKIImX-N4/s1600-h/outside2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXaji-zzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BoqKIImX-N4/s320/outside2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289784982309359410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXa6f0t2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/aFEx0xcTUvY/s1600-h/outside4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXa6f0t2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/aFEx0xcTUvY/s320/outside4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289784988470130530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXOl9-m1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/KrOZdE6h53k/s1600-h/outside5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXOl9-m1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/KrOZdE6h53k/s320/outside5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289784776801033042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXOZqqRUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QXe9kwW4eqc/s1600-h/outside1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXOZqqRUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QXe9kwW4eqc/s320/outside1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289784773498783042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXOIHhchI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ScAkU9aoqbs/s1600-h/outside10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXOIHhchI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ScAkU9aoqbs/s320/outside10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289784768788001298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXOMeBWhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/KkYl_Oj6hxo/s1600-h/outside7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXOMeBWhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/KkYl_Oj6hxo/s320/outside7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289784769956108818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big girls LOVED playing in the leaves, but Natasha was not as thrilled with it.  I was able to get a few shots where she didn't look angry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkWdFDxf0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/7yKh_vQuxlQ/s1600-h/outside9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkWdFDxf0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/7yKh_vQuxlQ/s400/outside9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289783926153379650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkWcz9p6fI/AAAAAAAAAOE/N2KLQIg7USI/s1600-h/outside3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkWcz9p6fI/AAAAAAAAAOE/N2KLQIg7USI/s400/outside3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289783921564314098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkWcmcsRzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ADnDyE0t13E/s1600-h/outside8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkWcmcsRzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ADnDyE0t13E/s400/outside8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289783917936396082" 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/2835199190499090595-6021550689595256138?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6021550689595256138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=6021550689595256138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/6021550689595256138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/6021550689595256138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/warm-november.html' title='Warm November'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkXaji-zzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BoqKIImX-N4/s72-c/outside2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-203911859902271535</id><published>2009-01-22T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:08:20.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of babes...</title><content type='html'>Matthew 18:4 - "Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this &lt;span class="searchword"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, after a very difficult night with Priscilla, I put her to bed early.  As I listened to her wailing from the other end of the hall, I asked Samantha what she thought had gotten into her sister to which she responded "I don't know."  When I asked her if&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; she&lt;/span&gt; would ever behave in such a way she said "Not tonight."  At least she's honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-203911859902271535?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/203911859902271535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=203911859902271535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/203911859902271535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/203911859902271535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of babes...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-7024870417244416924</id><published>2009-01-22T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:28:14.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkK-obCHlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Xac2zRkl1js/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fall is probably my favorite season.  I couldn't resist taking some pictures of the girls on the lawn while everyone was in a good mood and we still had our tiny pumpkins&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkK-obCHlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Xac2zRkl1js/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkK-obCHlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Xac2zRkl1js/s320/fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289771308442328658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkK-u0DY_I/AAAAAAAAANs/m0Mc3VWIT98/s1600-h/fall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkK-u0DY_I/AAAAAAAAANs/m0Mc3VWIT98/s320/fall2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289771310157882354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkK-QzHQFI/AAAAAAAAANk/kyQh5kixcjk/s1600-h/fall3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkK-QzHQFI/AAAAAAAAANk/kyQh5kixcjk/s320/fall3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289771302100877394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkK-Z7zmxI/AAAAAAAAANc/6Y8hXZSsvZ4/s1600-h/fall4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkK-Z7zmxI/AAAAAAAAANc/6Y8hXZSsvZ4/s320/fall4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289771304553257746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkK-NGTEkI/AAAAAAAAANU/pNc0aHOsE1Y/s1600-h/fall5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkK-NGTEkI/AAAAAAAAANU/pNc0aHOsE1Y/s320/fall5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289771301107601986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-7024870417244416924?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7024870417244416924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=7024870417244416924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/7024870417244416924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/7024870417244416924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/fall-pictures.html' title='Fall pictures'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWkK-obCHlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Xac2zRkl1js/s72-c/fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-1832687681029402698</id><published>2009-01-20T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:39:08.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbies in the Attic</title><content type='html'>The happened several months ago, but I just had to document it here, before I forget more of the details.  One of my pet peeves is the post hurricane condition of my girls' room.  This only changes on the rare occasion that I go through and take care of the aftermath by putting things where they actually belong.  I know that kids will make messes when they play, but is it too much to ask that they pack up a bit of it when they are done?  So, for weeks, I had been asking the girls to take care of the Barbie stuff that was strewn across their floor.  I would ask them to just pick up some of what they weren't playing with - just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;.  One day, Natasha comes to the kitchen while the other girls are eating their lunch with an object in her mouth, which turned out to be a Barbie teacup.  I was not happy.  I went to put it into the container that contains all of the tiny Barbie stuff, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; contain all of the tiny stuff.  It was empty.  I was more unhappy.  I started to ask the girls, once again, to pick up the Barbie things, but upon hearing my own voice say those words again, I lost it.  I said "That's IT.  I am picking it up myself!"  Priscilla realizes this in not a good thing.  She pleads with me to allow her to pick it up herself (a rare offer, I must say); however, I am fed up.  I tell her "No, I'm putting it in the attic!"  Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; loses it.  There is much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.  I am unmoved.  The problem is, this task is easier said than done.  There is no easy access to the attic, it requires the ladder from the garage.  I go get it.  There is more screaming as I bring it in.  I set it up in the hall and push aside the board to gain access to the attic.  Throughout all of this, I am explaining to my oldest the consequences of her lack of action in this matter.  I go into their room and start tossing things into a Rubbermaid container, while Priscilla continues to protest. Around this time, Samantha comes to me and says "Mom, ask me if&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; think you should put the Barbie things in the attic."  I decide to humor her.  She says "YES!  Because I am tired of playing with them."  This is one of the only things I can imagine finding humorous in this moment.  Now, I have a cheerleader.  An assistant even.  She is by my side through the whole process, even making suggestions of other things that I might want to consider placing in the attic.  "I don't mind if you put my pink baby in the attic."  I assure her that I am not really looking for more stuff to put up there, just the Barbie things.  She also provides me with lots of encouragement throughout the task "I think this is a good idea, Mom.  I think you should put it in the attic!"  All the while, Priscilla laments the loss of the Barbies.  Samantha stays by my side as I climb the ladder, handing things up to me as requested.  Maybe I should have discouraged Samantha's pleasure in her sister's misery, but I was kind of enjoying my one gal pep rally.  It helped me.  Finally, Priscilla's cries of protest fade as the task nears completion.  I promise to return the Barbies when the girls can keep their room in respectable condition for a week or so.  Clearly, Samantha is not overly concerned about the Barbies' return.  In spite of her strong desire to have her toys back, it was still not enough motivation for Priscilla to keep the room clean enough to get them.  After a few months, I decided they were ready to have them back.  Jeff helped me to get them out of the attic, and they have returned to the girls' room.  For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-1832687681029402698?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1832687681029402698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=1832687681029402698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/1832687681029402698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/1832687681029402698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/barbies-in-attic.html' title='Barbies in the Attic'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-5373208914615200049</id><published>2009-01-08T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:10:49.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWZNDKidm_I/AAAAAAAAANM/xoRfVY5Yg0s/s1600-h/halloween3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWZNDKidm_I/AAAAAAAAANM/xoRfVY5Yg0s/s400/halloween3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288999529157073906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am getting closer to being caught up ;)  This was Natasha's first Halloween and because she is the neglected third child, I only have one picture to document the event and she isn't really wearing a costume.  Still, I did tote her around in the wagon for a while as the girls went house to house on a strangely warm Halloween night.  Of course, the big girls had to have different costumes for the "trunk or treat" at church and our trip around the neighborhood. They were at least content to wear items from our dress-up bin.  So, I didn't have to buy anything new this year, although I did pick up a few things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; Halloween in the hopes of getting them to wear them next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWZNCpkZ5cI/AAAAAAAAAM8/c3TgBQhq2Ms/s1600-h/halloween1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWZNCpkZ5cI/AAAAAAAAAM8/c3TgBQhq2Ms/s400/halloween1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288999520306849218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWZNC3yTVWI/AAAAAAAAANE/g7gvt69-drA/s1600-h/halloween2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWZNC3yTVWI/AAAAAAAAANE/g7gvt69-drA/s400/halloween2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288999524123235682" 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/2835199190499090595-5373208914615200049?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5373208914615200049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=5373208914615200049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/5373208914615200049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/5373208914615200049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWZNDKidm_I/AAAAAAAAANM/xoRfVY5Yg0s/s72-c/halloween3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-7417611615465849470</id><published>2009-01-07T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:36:28.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVzAxyEVCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/h7u_cxgVdjM/s1600-h/girls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVzAxyEVCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/h7u_cxgVdjM/s400/girls1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288759794617046050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVzAqKepBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/k9j9295Z-5U/s1600-h/girls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVzAqKepBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/k9j9295Z-5U/s400/girls2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288759792571950098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have any clever commentary to add to these, I was just really pleased to get a couple pictures of all three girls together that actually look good :)  I usually can't get more than one at a time to actually look at me.  Natasha is about 8 1/2 months here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-7417611615465849470?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7417611615465849470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=7417611615465849470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/7417611615465849470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/7417611615465849470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVzAxyEVCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/h7u_cxgVdjM/s72-c/girls1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-2747597640198406532</id><published>2009-01-07T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:33:58.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never</title><content type='html'>I am not big on new year's resolutions, but one of my goals for 2009 is to get caught up on my blog and to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; it updated.  So, I will be adding pictures from the past several months.  These are from our trip up North in JULY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVbPEhLnfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6yIWCc6ZvbI/s1600-h/camp12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVbPEhLnfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6yIWCc6ZvbI/s400/camp12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288733651885596146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVbO2B6pfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Gwe6ySNUYHc/s1600-h/camp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVbO2B6pfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Gwe6ySNUYHc/s400/camp5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288733647996364274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls really enjoyed the trampoline at their "boy cousin's" house.  Samantha mostly liked to watch the others from the security of her cousin Kayla's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVbO1XT1GI/AAAAAAAAAME/IbyprgiqKFo/s1600-h/camp13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVbO1XT1GI/AAAAAAAAAME/IbyprgiqKFo/s400/camp13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288733647817659490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a great time visiting the beach at Lake Antione which is just down the road from the Larson's home.  The girls were twice as safe with their tubes and life preservers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVW0TpQdxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VHmjttU1efo/s1600-h/camp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVW0TpQdxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VHmjttU1efo/s400/camp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288728794043021074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXTqo1fjI/AAAAAAAAALM/3sFnLcsahXQ/s1600-h/camp10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXTqo1fjI/AAAAAAAAALM/3sFnLcsahXQ/s400/camp10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288729332791213618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXxWokRdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2pjc-vOPNsU/s1600-h/camp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXxWokRdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2pjc-vOPNsU/s400/camp7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288729842817451474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXTnNryLI/AAAAAAAAALE/Qea06tL9hSc/s1600-h/camp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXTnNryLI/AAAAAAAAALE/Qea06tL9hSc/s400/camp8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288729331872024754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXTUeAOnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lN3-OrcOuYM/s1600-h/camp9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXTUeAOnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lN3-OrcOuYM/s400/camp9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288729326840199794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXTtPK0II/AAAAAAAAALU/vMz3B4SwoNw/s1600-h/camp11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXTtPK0II/AAAAAAAAALU/vMz3B4SwoNw/s400/camp11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288729333488865410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXwnStRFI/AAAAAAAAALk/AF8TIlK5jR8/s1600-h/camp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXwnStRFI/AAAAAAAAALk/AF8TIlK5jR8/s400/camp6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288729830109299794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXwm6DYiI/AAAAAAAAALc/FEJghDMVdgY/s1600-h/camp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXwm6DYiI/AAAAAAAAALc/FEJghDMVdgY/s400/camp4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288729830005891618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXw3Ky_FI/AAAAAAAAALs/Q6iSIlXjG0s/s1600-h/camp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXw3Ky_FI/AAAAAAAAALs/Q6iSIlXjG0s/s400/camp1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288729834371087442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha was perfectly content to sit in her little chair, but was happy to be held as well (by Aunt Sherri, here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Herrmann - Ferguson clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our visit at the Larson's, we headed to Nevins Lake for a quick visit with Grandpa Al and Sara.  We, of course, had to take the traditional do-rag photo on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXw6NZy-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/0r5xWuQzd7U/s1600-h/camp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVXw6NZy-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/0r5xWuQzd7U/s400/camp3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288729835187325922" 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/2835199190499090595-2747597640198406532?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2747597640198406532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=2747597640198406532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/2747597640198406532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/2747597640198406532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SWVbPEhLnfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6yIWCc6ZvbI/s72-c/camp12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-8340143825545422193</id><published>2008-09-25T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:50:57.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Busy</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned previously, kindergraten started with a week of half days. This realy helped the kids to adjust to the new routine, and gave the teachers an opportunity to hold conferences with the parents in the afternoon. I had signed up for the first slot after school on the second day to get it done with. There really wasn't enough time for us to drive home, eat lunch, and come back, so I decided to pack a picnic lunch for the girls and myself, which we then ate on the school lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat there eating, a bus pulled up, a single kindergartener climbed aboard, and off they went. When Priscilla saw this she remarked "Oh, her mom must be too busy." This comment really struck me at the time and has continued to impact my thinking since. Now, I am not judging people who send thier little ones on the bus, I would if could. I don't know if her mom has to work, or if this little girl just likes to ride the bus, or anything about their situation. However, what I got out of this moment is that my&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;daughter know that &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;am not too busy for &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make so many sacrifices for our children. There are times that I think we would be in a totally different world financially if I did work a little more often. Sometimes it can be challenging to be a stay-at-home mom, for various reasons. However, this moment with my little girl has completely validated me. I realized that all of the little things that I do for my child, whether it be carefully choosing her school even if it means driving her there every day, cutting sandwiches into heart shapes (shameful, I know, but it makes her eat more ;), or just playing with her, sends her the message that she takes high priority in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-8340143825545422193?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8340143825545422193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=8340143825545422193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/8340143825545422193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/8340143825545422193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-busy.html' title='Too Busy'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-1147775841883162007</id><published>2008-09-23T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:56:38.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>I had to release my baby into the cold, cruel world of elementary school. Hopefully it will treat her well. We woke up bright and early, and set out with a princess backpack and Hello Kitty sandals. It wasn't as traumatic for me as I had anticipated, due to our preschool experience - the first week of kindergarten here consists of half days. Unfortunately, all of the schools here in Lansing have all-day kindergarten, so the second week was a little more heartbreaking. I realized that someone else now has my daughter for the greater part of the day! Priscilla, however, has been handling the change beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249241354417221602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SNkNMz5UL-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/PyHPTtB2xK8/s320/first+day+of+school+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249241362663908066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SNkNNSneouI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8keo8a2uJc4/s320/first+day+of+school+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249241372848356834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SNkNN4jo_eI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DmmraVXMqkY/s320/first+day+of+school+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Natasha is now spending more of her time than even in the carseat. For a while she was taking all of her naps in there and I was afraid she might not sleep in a crib again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249244044346235026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SNkPpYqXmJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IMd0rUAulYk/s320/first+day+of+school+5_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249241381932062114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SNkNOaZXVaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YeL8TWYJ2YU/s320/first+day+of+school+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249244048523057218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SNkPpoOM2EI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LI5IySumYuM/s320/first+day+of+school+6_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Priscilla with her teacher, Mrs. Gorbe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249244046416262226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SNkPpgX5tFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kZpr9CqxyKg/s320/first+day+of+school+7_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249244058819658530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SNkPqOlGgyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uoWsxyR8WsM/s320/first+day+of+school+8_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249244062064995538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SNkPqaq2bNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cvMQGMDc1zs/s320/first+day+of+school+9_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-1147775841883162007?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1147775841883162007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=1147775841883162007' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/1147775841883162007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/1147775841883162007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='First Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SNkNMz5UL-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/PyHPTtB2xK8/s72-c/first+day+of+school+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-4549133098585427151</id><published>2008-09-03T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:39:58.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's girls</title><content type='html'>These girls sure love their daddy, and they love going to his softball games. They really don't pay much attention to the game once we get there, though, because there is a nearby playground that they find much more interesting. They also cheer for the wrong team and applaud almost any play during the time they actually ARE watching, so taking them away from the field does gain appeal the longer we are there....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230106785408171170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUSaTmdPKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RtgI7sbecjE/s320/HPIM0413_320x240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUSaEStq8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/lVWBJMwIKrk/s1600-h/HPIM0414_320x240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230106781298830274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUSaEStq8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/lVWBJMwIKrk/s320/HPIM0414_320x240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230106777989874290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUSZ39zAnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gR6bwTJIbLY/s320/HPIM0411_320x240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-4549133098585427151?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4549133098585427151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=4549133098585427151' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/4549133098585427151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/4549133098585427151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/daddys-girls.html' title='Daddy&apos;s girls'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUSaTmdPKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RtgI7sbecjE/s72-c/HPIM0413_320x240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-5575969302433100229</id><published>2008-08-03T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:37:17.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trip up North</title><content type='html'>Well, we survived the trip to Aunt Connie and Uncle Eric's. The girls all did really well on the ride up, which is saying something since it is a seven hour drive to their house in the U.P. The ride home was a different story ;) We stopped at a roadside park just after crossing the Mackinaw bridge to take a rest. I really wonder what people did before portable DVD players...&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUNWIa-PDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3umv9KoWM30/s1600-h/lake+michigan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230101216129596466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUNWIa-PDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3umv9KoWM30/s320/lake+michigan4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUNMSIgtgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-ZNMsJx0myg/s1600-h/lake+michigan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230101046937826818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUNMSIgtgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-ZNMsJx0myg/s320/lake+michigan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUNMQnjx6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/U8As1H01Cqk/s1600-h/lake+michigan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230101046531180450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUNMQnjx6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/U8As1H01Cqk/s320/lake+michigan3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natasha really traveled well on the way there. The trip back was another story :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUNALoxjgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eGIILbcsGes/s1600-h/lake+michigan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230100839035670018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUNALoxjgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eGIILbcsGes/s320/lake+michigan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scenic overlook along Lake Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2835199190499090595-5575969302433100229?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5575969302433100229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=5575969302433100229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/5575969302433100229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/5575969302433100229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/trip-up-north.html' title='The trip up North'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUNWIa-PDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3umv9KoWM30/s72-c/lake+michigan4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-2457545806854490</id><published>2008-08-02T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:08:21.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Niagara</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what possesed Jeff or Natasha in this case&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUEiXXvqxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FhBo4g-Npwg/s1600-h/niagara2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230091530696370962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUEiXXvqxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FhBo4g-Npwg/s320/niagara2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-2457545806854490?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2457545806854490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=2457545806854490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/2457545806854490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/2457545806854490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/ready-for-niagara.html' title='Ready for Niagara'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUEiXXvqxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FhBo4g-Npwg/s72-c/niagara2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-2772395573337809532</id><published>2008-08-02T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:05:22.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUD90DRaaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-_Oy5k8-2Io/s1600-h/8months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230090902739970466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUD90DRaaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-_Oy5k8-2Io/s320/8months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230090908577263218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUD-Jy_bnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yWHSZsBjiPw/s320/8months2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Natasha is growing so fast. She is such a happy, fun-loving little girl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-2772395573337809532?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2772395573337809532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=2772395573337809532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/2772395573337809532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/2772395573337809532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/eight-months-old.html' title='Eight months old'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SJUD90DRaaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-_Oy5k8-2Io/s72-c/8months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-3431517903254460286</id><published>2008-07-17T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:46:43.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cottage Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH9nArGWlVI/AAAAAAAAADM/WNKaaA6xtnM/s1600-h/cottage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224007354040096082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH9nArGWlVI/AAAAAAAAADM/WNKaaA6xtnM/s320/cottage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH9nAw7AMUI/AAAAAAAAADU/l5dzAPUK8g4/s1600-h/cottage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224007355603104066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH9nAw7AMUI/AAAAAAAAADU/l5dzAPUK8g4/s320/cottage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I enjoyed a visit to "Great Grandma Jenkins'" cottage this week. Priscilla, Samantha, and I had a successful fishing session with Grandpa, and we also collected some water lillies. Priscilla and Samantha went home with Grandma and Grandpa, and Natasha and I had a VERY quiet ride home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;          &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH9nA09fikI/AAAAAAAAADc/-g1RfMsZlGk/s1600-h/cottage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224007356687288898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH9nA09fikI/AAAAAAAAADc/-g1RfMsZlGk/s320/cottage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH9nBP2Ad0I/AAAAAAAAADk/nZIDcr6PbEM/s1600-h/cottage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224007363903649602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH9nBP2Ad0I/AAAAAAAAADk/nZIDcr6PbEM/s320/cottage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-3431517903254460286?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3431517903254460286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=3431517903254460286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/3431517903254460286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/3431517903254460286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-and-i-enjoyed-visit-to-great.html' title='Cottage Visit'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH9nArGWlVI/AAAAAAAAADM/WNKaaA6xtnM/s72-c/cottage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-5516436037913457610</id><published>2008-07-16T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:48:44.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and her girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6yjD8cB4I/AAAAAAAAACs/x-SGukvdy4o/s1600-h/HPIM0249_640x480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223808933220321154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6yjD8cB4I/AAAAAAAAACs/x-SGukvdy4o/s320/HPIM0249_640x480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6yjamlaTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FrMXjVPS_Ac/s1600-h/HPIM0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223808939302676786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6yjamlaTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FrMXjVPS_Ac/s320/HPIM0254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6yjmtEQTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/arOZob4tDek/s1600-h/HPIM0250_1_640x480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223808942551089458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6yjmtEQTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/arOZob4tDek/s320/HPIM0250_1_640x480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6yj4gHGEI/AAAAAAAAADE/NedPPeR63W0/s1600-h/HPIM0255_640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223808947328587842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6yj4gHGEI/AAAAAAAAADE/NedPPeR63W0/s320/HPIM0255_640x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-5516436037913457610?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5516436037913457610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=5516436037913457610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/5516436037913457610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/5516436037913457610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/mom-and-her-girls.html' title='Mom and her girls'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6yjD8cB4I/AAAAAAAAACs/x-SGukvdy4o/s72-c/HPIM0249_640x480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-7542241218280326315</id><published>2008-07-16T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:49:58.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The House That Mike Built</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223800449761039106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6q1QmIUwI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kpae_BKlT_c/s320/playhouse4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6q138XgII/AAAAAAAAACM/kXB75Sd8HJg/s1600-h/playhouse3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223800460323291266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6q138XgII/AAAAAAAAACM/kXB75Sd8HJg/s320/playhouse3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike wanted to get Priscilla something really special for her birthday, so he decided upon this cedar playhouse. He came up the day before the party to put it together. It took a little longer than we anticipated, and we worked well into the night. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6q2lL4yrI/AAAAAAAAACU/1xgIt4j5lE4/s1600-h/playhouse6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223800472467983026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6q2lL4yrI/AAAAAAAAACU/1xgIt4j5lE4/s320/playhouse6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finally finished around 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all worth it seeing her face the next day when we revealed it to her at the party that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223800479494258898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6q2_XFQNI/AAAAAAAAACc/-pMTqWs8suI/s320/playhouse7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6q3vj7OII/AAAAAAAAACk/Ul-DF2trIfw/s1600-h/playhouse8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223800492433029250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6q3vj7OII/AAAAAAAAACk/Ul-DF2trIfw/s320/playhouse8.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/2835199190499090595-7542241218280326315?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7542241218280326315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=7542241218280326315' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/7542241218280326315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/7542241218280326315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-that-mike-built.html' title='The House That Mike Built'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH6q1QmIUwI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kpae_BKlT_c/s72-c/playhouse4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-7765580370560946993</id><published>2008-07-16T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:08:46.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5Zmnahb8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OP47ywb9law/s1600-h/princess+natasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223711137746481090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5Zmnahb8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OP47ywb9law/s320/princess+natasha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5Zm4NQYUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Hp-arM81Hzs/s1600-h/three+princesses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223711142254240066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5Zm4NQYUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Hp-arM81Hzs/s320/three+princesses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls have known from an early age that they are princesses. I am not sure how they know it, they just do. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that when they were babies I would dress them in head to toe pink to minimize the number of comments I would get about my cute little boy.  Dressing up just starts earlier when you have two big sisters :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-7765580370560946993?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7765580370560946993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=7765580370560946993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/7765580370560946993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/7765580370560946993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/princesses.html' title='Princesses'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5Zmnahb8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OP47ywb9law/s72-c/princess+natasha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-2343613329341035919</id><published>2008-07-16T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:10:22.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priscilla turns 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5eIgp7BFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nrKO4XPVqnQ/s1600-h/HPIM0295_320x240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223716118094087250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5eIgp7BFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nrKO4XPVqnQ/s320/HPIM0295_320x240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my little girl is already five. We had a nice party just the five of us on the night of her birthday. The following weekend we had some of the family over to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5g8WXzdHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i7YfjmcAv3g/s1600-h/HPIM0301_320x240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223719207710192754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5g8WXzdHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i7YfjmcAv3g/s200/HPIM0301_320x240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5gBhVFgdI/AAAAAAAAABs/LhaAUsZmtH8/s1600-h/HPIM0306_320x240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223718197039301074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5gBhVFgdI/AAAAAAAAABs/LhaAUsZmtH8/s200/HPIM0306_320x240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2835199190499090595-2343613329341035919?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2343613329341035919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=2343613329341035919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/2343613329341035919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/2343613329341035919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/priscilla-turns-5.html' title='Priscilla turns 5!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5eIgp7BFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nrKO4XPVqnQ/s72-c/HPIM0295_320x240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835199190499090595.post-2016272382715680740</id><published>2008-07-16T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:12:41.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5O56HujRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kBnM2n3i2AM/s1600-h/graduation5_320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223699374557531410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5O56HujRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kBnM2n3i2AM/s320/graduation5_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember telling Jeff how rediculous I think it is that they now have a ceremony for a preschol gradutation. Those feelings didn't stop me from pushing my way to the front of the room to get a good shot of my little girl. She had such a great experience and made so many friends at school and I am glad to see she isn't shy like her momma was as a kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223705264577193394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5UQwJ2JbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pvqQRNxopdI/s320/graduation6_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223705759631983154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5UtkYGwjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bHoGdHNVWgM/s320/graduation3_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Priscilla with her wonderful teachers, Ms. W and Mrs. Burch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223706320814906098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5VOO8imvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EWe71qM9eCM/s320/graduation2_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cupcake next to Samantha's plate is the one Priscilla dropped on the floor and then tried to give to Samantha. The sad thing is, she was going to take it. I made sure she got a fresh one, though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2835199190499090595-2016272382715680740?l=herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2016272382715680740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2835199190499090595&amp;postID=2016272382715680740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/2016272382715680740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2835199190499090595/posts/default/2016272382715680740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrmann-family-memoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/preschool-graduation.html' title='Preschool graduation'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488210792293392058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SRHoJALFndI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GihzmnCkJ8g/S220/julie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CtnCk0Krqow/SH5O56HujRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kBnM2n3i2AM/s72-c/graduation5_320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
