<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882</id><updated>2010-02-16T23:00:02.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staub Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Est. 1999</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-2789918934087284835</id><published>2010-01-27T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:39:13.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Channing's Grocery List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many of these can you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S2CjTiXeW9I/AAAAAAAAAbU/v5bSPEeaTNU/s1600-h/Chany%27s+grocery+list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431520706646924242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S2CjTiXeW9I/AAAAAAAAAbU/v5bSPEeaTNU/s400/Chany%27s+grocery+list.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love seeing how things should really be spelled if all words were written as they sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-2789918934087284835?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2789918934087284835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=2789918934087284835' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/2789918934087284835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/2789918934087284835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2010/01/channings-grocery-list.html' title='Channing&apos;s Grocery List'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S2CjTiXeW9I/AAAAAAAAAbU/v5bSPEeaTNU/s72-c/Chany%27s+grocery+list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-1754575950322188310</id><published>2010-01-08T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:05:10.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how fast Christmas came and went. I was still trying to put up a few last minute decoration just days before Christmas. We had a fun few weeks of vacation. Ryan took 2 weeks off work to be home while the girls were out of school. It was so nice to have him here during the days. Wes, Kate, and their 2 boys came from Dallas to celebrate Christmas with us. We all stayed the night at Ryan's parents on Christmas Eve, even though we live only a few minutes away. The girls loved sleeping at Grandma and Papa's and having Santa find us there. We left a note at our house and reassured the girls several times that Santa will for sure see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. I am horrible about taking pictures of the adults and therefore have only pictures of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0dh_VDCGYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lpbVq30VS8o/s1600-h/DSC03816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424412016800569730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0dh_VDCGYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lpbVq30VS8o/s320/DSC03816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Setting cookies out for Santa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0dh_uai7tI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7cciF9B97V8/s1600-h/DSC03819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424412023610076882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0dh_uai7tI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7cciF9B97V8/s320/DSC03819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reindeer food for...the reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0diAi6vPNI/AAAAAAAAAag/JhLrxFtocnQ/s1600-h/DSC03826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424412037703744722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0diAi6vPNI/AAAAAAAAAag/JhLrxFtocnQ/s320/DSC03826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting patiently to open the first present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0diAT--DsI/AAAAAAAAAaY/v5pAXX7M6zA/s1600-h/DSC03824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424412033694961346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0diAT--DsI/AAAAAAAAAaY/v5pAXX7M6zA/s320/DSC03824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cool new race track for the boys, although the girls thought it was pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0diACa_mZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_ltNeGZAabc/s1600-h/DSC03823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424412028980664722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0diACa_mZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_ltNeGZAabc/s320/DSC03823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reading notes from Santa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0diyX9CH2I/AAAAAAAAAao/yna7hg0VV2o/s1600-h/DSC03837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424412893754040162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0diyX9CH2I/AAAAAAAAAao/yna7hg0VV2o/s320/DSC03837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chloe's Biscuit book that she sat and looked at for quite a while in the middle of present opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0dkFOBzg8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/MK0O8LQWtIo/s1600-h/DSC03875.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0diywkRHfI/AAAAAAAAAaw/oKyRhQPOtrk/s1600-h/DSC03840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424412900361051634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0diywkRHfI/AAAAAAAAAaw/oKyRhQPOtrk/s320/DSC03840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Channing's new art folder. I got this idea from my sister and Channing loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-1754575950322188310?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1754575950322188310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=1754575950322188310' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/1754575950322188310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/1754575950322188310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/S0dh_VDCGYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lpbVq30VS8o/s72-c/DSC03816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-6026382347284904027</id><published>2009-12-16T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:29:02.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture a Stable in Judea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/Syml0kqfVBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ye3OYqR0cTo/s1600-h/DSC03758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416042349503403026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/Syml0kqfVBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ye3OYqR0cTo/s320/DSC03758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had some pipe cleaners lying around and Chloe took them and created an artsy rendition of Mary, Jospeh, and Baby Jesus in the stable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(look closely, the light green ones are hard to see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-6026382347284904027?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6026382347284904027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=6026382347284904027' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/6026382347284904027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/6026382347284904027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/picture-stable-in-judea.html' title='Picture a Stable in Judea'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/Syml0kqfVBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ye3OYqR0cTo/s72-c/DSC03758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-6223644110117069695</id><published>2009-10-22T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:15:55.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the Season</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again when you scramble to get your family ready for those holiday family pictures.  It seems like this time of year can get a little crazy and finding the time to take family pictures can be  tricky and stressful.  If you want a fabulous, low stress session, before the hustle and bustle of the holidays begin, my sister in law would love to help you out.  Ryan's sister Hayley is a photographer in California and she's coming to town next week and is happy to schedule some sessions.  She loves photography and makes you feel so comfortable in front of the camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out her website &lt;a href="http://hayleyburkphotography.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a comment if you're interested and I will give her your name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-6223644110117069695?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6223644110117069695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=6223644110117069695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/6223644110117069695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/6223644110117069695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2009/10/tis-season.html' title='Tis&apos; the Season'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-8157871045106116504</id><published>2009-10-20T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:55:03.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Day for Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chloe was playing in her room the other day and I walked in to check on her and found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/St4AU4S78hI/AAAAAAAAAZI/aFAtkgdiSWc/s1600-h/DSC03144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394749762345628178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/St4AU4S78hI/AAAAAAAAAZI/aFAtkgdiSWc/s320/DSC03144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this poor baby with her hands and feet tied, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;divdiv&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/St4AVcyYDaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Uw5rDYAi6gA/s1600-h/DSC03145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394749772141170082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/St4AVcyYDaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Uw5rDYAi6gA/s320/DSC03145.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this puppy tied up and pinned under the leg of the chair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;( I love how it looks like he's struggling to get loose) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not sure what they did to deserve this but I'm sure they thought it was going to be just another play day with Chloe...SURPRISE! You never know what you're going to get when Chloe plays with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-8157871045106116504?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8157871045106116504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=8157871045106116504' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/8157871045106116504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/8157871045106116504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2009/10/rough-day-for-toys.html' title='Tough Day for Toys'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/St4AU4S78hI/AAAAAAAAAZI/aFAtkgdiSWc/s72-c/DSC03144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-7505511764362024937</id><published>2009-09-29T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:12:06.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poodleskirts and Ponytails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a 50's Party/Sock Hop at our church a couple weekends ago. They encouraged us to dress-up and have fun with it so I decided to make the girls poodle skirts. They were so easy and the girls loved them. Chloe really wanted to wear hers to church the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SsLZu3SZdLI/AAAAAAAAAYw/hp_2Pxlah7I/s1600-h/DSC03154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387107503426860210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SsLZu3SZdLI/AAAAAAAAAYw/hp_2Pxlah7I/s320/DSC03154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SsLZvWgUU7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/P8ei_gcPDkU/s1600-h/DSC03155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387107511806743474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SsLZvWgUU7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/P8ei_gcPDkU/s320/DSC03155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SsLZv_oBguI/AAAAAAAAAZA/X1mKXiuwDo4/s1600-h/DSC03153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387107522844918498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SsLZv_oBguI/AAAAAAAAAZA/X1mKXiuwDo4/s320/DSC03153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan always tells me that Channing and Chloe are my little dress-up dolls and I have to admit they kind of are.  I love little girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-7505511764362024937?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7505511764362024937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=7505511764362024937' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7505511764362024937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7505511764362024937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2009/09/poodleskirts-and-ponytails.html' title='Poodleskirts and Ponytails'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SsLZu3SZdLI/AAAAAAAAAYw/hp_2Pxlah7I/s72-c/DSC03154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-7346714610469808487</id><published>2009-09-03T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:02:14.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hats off to a great summer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a summary of our summer. I figured this is the best way to make up for all the posts I haven't written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My brother Michael's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqBG746-NSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/E6N9_GELe_g/s1600-h/DSC02346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377375949786330402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqBG746-NSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/E6N9_GELe_g/s320/DSC02346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My brother got married in May to this beauty, Kylee. They are so cute together and I'm excited to have another great sister-in-law in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Staub Family Reunion at Artesian Lakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377318935647663170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqATFOtCtEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ipfEkDVTzCo/s320/DSC02219.JPG" /&gt; We had a fun family reunion at Artesian Lakes with the Staub family. Cool cabins, fun swimming, lots of alligators, and quality family time. It was fun having all the cousins there together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Channing's dance recital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAVfZstRII/AAAAAAAAAV0/Lezq8AB6-RQ/s1600-h/DSC02571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377321584298902658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAVfZstRII/AAAAAAAAAV0/Lezq8AB6-RQ/s320/DSC02571.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; What a cute group of girls with an awesome teacher. Thanks Angie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trips to the Zoo and Children's Museum with our friends the Petty's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAWvB4npJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/k2lp0495A4o/s1600-h/DSC02603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377322952295949458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAWvB4npJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/k2lp0495A4o/s320/DSC02603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAWuam9sUI/AAAAAAAAAWU/W4RwCFABZPc/s1600-h/DSC02600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377322941752914242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAWuam9sUI/AAAAAAAAAWU/W4RwCFABZPc/s320/DSC02600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAWuBt9r8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/9h7Uuuddz0w/s1600-h/DSC02582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377322935071387586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAWuBt9r8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/9h7Uuuddz0w/s320/DSC02582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAWtTtKKjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/skXAeAQoRLg/s1600-h/DSC02578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377322922719980082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAWtTtKKjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/skXAeAQoRLg/s320/DSC02578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAZC2O1IBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/DREt3_Xebvs/s1600-h/DSC02835.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Swim Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAZC2O1IBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/DREt3_Xebvs/s1600-h/DSC02835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377325491788521490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAZC2O1IBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/DREt3_Xebvs/s320/DSC02835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAZC2O1IBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/DREt3_Xebvs/s1600-h/DSC02835.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAZC2O1IBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/DREt3_Xebvs/s1600-h/DSC02835.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swim Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAaoKTRtKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZNKBnokodcM/s1600-h/DSC02710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377327232342668450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqAaoKTRtKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZNKBnokodcM/s320/DSC02710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and more swim team!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I thought it would never end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls enjoyed it and did so well. I was hoping that Chloe would be able to swim the length of the pool by the end of the season but she did it by the 2nd swim meet. We were so proud of her. Channing had another great year and won her first, 1st place ribbon. What a great season. Good job girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe in the middle lane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1290c27d6882b8fc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D1290c27d6882b8fc%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D2E6B303F36A751CB6B7E22484FD1D27D42E83AE5.473B56B40AD7EE9C206B3356361CE7C8E056C7F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1290c27d6882b8fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DdV89JcAGAnTmWdu82XgmzNtzVW0&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D1290c27d6882b8fc%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D2E6B303F36A751CB6B7E22484FD1D27D42E83AE5.473B56B40AD7EE9C206B3356361CE7C8E056C7F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1290c27d6882b8fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DdV89JcAGAnTmWdu82XgmzNtzVW0&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Channing in lane 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cbd33955b4c567e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D0cbd33955b4c567e%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D70BF86EC7A5C453D44B65650B5F926261BBC8E40.61DA969792BB27EE0C4F3579B804E41BE0E4838F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcbd33955b4c567e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Da4DcHDKa4FfWBgI0wGKeL17XUe8&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D0cbd33955b4c567e%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D70BF86EC7A5C453D44B65650B5F926261BBC8E40.61DA969792BB27EE0C4F3579B804E41BE0E4838F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcbd33955b4c567e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Da4DcHDKa4FfWBgI0wGKeL17XUe8&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vacation Bible School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/Sq7x-bcaaTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GDjU6I5LwC8/s1600-h/DSC03120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381504659575433522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/Sq7x-bcaaTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GDjU6I5LwC8/s320/DSC03120.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The girls attended a week of vacation bible school at Fisher's of Men, which is where Channing went to preschool last year. The theme was "God the Builder" and now I can't sing the Bob the Builder song without singing it God the Builder, not that I sing the song often in the first place. The girls learned some fun religious songs and sang them for weeks. Here's Chloe performing one of her favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6ea50fa17998d9c1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D6ea50fa17998d9c1%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D6AF50B8F2435DEFCE68CE556A4F97DD24C655C62.6942BA6E345EF8A21DB26B0AB1459101106AB009%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ea50fa17998d9c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DBcG0pawYM7KfVSHHPkPoBwgKQMg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D6ea50fa17998d9c1%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D6AF50B8F2435DEFCE68CE556A4F97DD24C655C62.6942BA6E345EF8A21DB26B0AB1459101106AB009%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ea50fa17998d9c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DBcG0pawYM7KfVSHHPkPoBwgKQMg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;4th of July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the 4th of July weekend at the lake house. Vern and Sheriee hosted the 2nd annual Freedom Swim and had about 80 people participate. It seems like a good start to a great tradition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsYshgCuGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B7P4UjRKztk/s1600-h/DSC02786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380421333010266210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsYshgCuGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B7P4UjRKztk/s320/DSC02786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsYsxEdaTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/OUlOWNTTDAY/s1600-h/DSC02783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380421337189542194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsYsxEdaTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/OUlOWNTTDAY/s320/DSC02783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Check out the sweet prom pose from Chloe and Ben...hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsYtUfK0VI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8xiTF_8SM2w/s1600-h/DSC02793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380421346696810834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsYtUfK0VI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8xiTF_8SM2w/s320/DSC02793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids had fun with sparklers and a few other fireworks on the dock and then we enjoyed a beautiful firework show right on the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsYt6c-0ZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/yLm7fah3kbw/s1600-h/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380421356888183186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsYt6c-0ZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/yLm7fah3kbw/s320/DSC02815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe hates loud noises and sat like this most of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsYuYoWVvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/zB5cCDaG7H0/s1600-h/DSC02831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380421364988925682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsYuYoWVvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/zB5cCDaG7H0/s320/DSC02831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;A visit from the Wade cousins.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came for a visit and brought her 3 kids. We had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/Sqshjpd2D0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/p3zEvVR2oZM/s1600-h/DSC02849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380431076134358850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/Sqshjpd2D0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/p3zEvVR2oZM/s320/DSC02849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We played.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsfEibADwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/wuaQS4qlCyU/s1600-h/DSC02858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380428342644182786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsfEibADwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/wuaQS4qlCyU/s320/DSC02858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We swam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsfnygVMFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dJi2EN8e604/s1600-h/DSC02864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380428948256927826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsfnygVMFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dJi2EN8e604/s320/DSC02864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/Sq70XPrmzYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KQS3a4MwFOQ/s1600-h/DSC02884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381507284937919874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/Sq70XPrmzYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KQS3a4MwFOQ/s320/DSC02884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We face painted at the Children's Museum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsgGhRsNfI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VhX4exYy6iI/s1600-h/DSC02885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380429476208063986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqsgGhRsNfI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VhX4exYy6iI/s320/DSC02885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And probably best of all, we sipped snow cones by the pool...thanks Sheriee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a great summer!  Stay tuned for what happened after our summer ended.&lt;/p&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/8022325643030746882-7346714610469808487?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1290c27d6882b8fc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7346714610469808487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=7346714610469808487' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7346714610469808487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7346714610469808487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SqBG746-NSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/E6N9_GELe_g/s72-c/DSC02346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-7303295878836544005</id><published>2009-05-26T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:49:07.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses, Excuses</title><content type='html'>Don't you love all the excuses your kids can come up with once it's bedtime.  Here are a few of the ones most frequently used at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go to bed because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I need a drink&lt;br /&gt;2. I need to go to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;4. Chloe's touching my bed&lt;br /&gt;5. Chloe said her bed is comfier than mine&lt;br /&gt;6. Channing won't let me sleep in her bed&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe came up with a new one last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c24d7964bc27d43e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dc24d7964bc27d43e%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D607DC1C87C1D14D028F5DB8F52C5BB93510FB57D.120E24C3198C7C0DA5A74D721DDB009B95CCE903%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc24d7964bc27d43e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DwLvZgOnHFPx0l2F-p_aQPoTupY4&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dc24d7964bc27d43e%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D607DC1C87C1D14D028F5DB8F52C5BB93510FB57D.120E24C3198C7C0DA5A74D721DDB009B95CCE903%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc24d7964bc27d43e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DwLvZgOnHFPx0l2F-p_aQPoTupY4&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are some of the excuses your kids come up with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-7303295878836544005?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c24d7964bc27d43e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7303295878836544005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=7303295878836544005' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7303295878836544005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7303295878836544005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2009/05/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses, Excuses'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-1937243708233351022</id><published>2009-04-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:51:01.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter weekend 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWcOHffb7I/AAAAAAAAATY/rNxJ-EJ65V8/s1600-h/DSC01948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329337500406083506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWcOHffb7I/AAAAAAAAATY/rNxJ-EJ65V8/s320/DSC01948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Easter this year we decided to camp out in our backyard. The girls loved helping Ryan set up the tent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWdNqssKTI/AAAAAAAAATg/WAnR_u6Yg3g/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329338592188442930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWdNqssKTI/AAAAAAAAATg/WAnR_u6Yg3g/s320/DSC01957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWeLTcUtRI/AAAAAAAAATo/DRL9aHbXuYo/s1600-h/DSC01959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329339651097670930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWeLTcUtRI/AAAAAAAAATo/DRL9aHbXuYo/s320/DSC01959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They gathered sleeping bags and bakpacks filled with pajamas, special sleeping blankets, and a flashlight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWfQpk2kTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ftt4L26i814/s1600-h/DSC01967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329340842449998130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWfQpk2kTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ftt4L26i814/s320/DSC01967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cooked tinfoil dinners inthe oven and Ryan set up the TV outside so we could watch a movie while we ate. The girls thought it was so cool to have our TV outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Channing said, "This is the best night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWhQahtpII/AAAAAAAAAT8/buISwiaEgYU/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329343037433554050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWhQahtpII/AAAAAAAAAT8/buISwiaEgYU/s320/DSC01928.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls participated in not one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWiIvvkK6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/gVx5G-Ys4zE/s1600-h/DSC01972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329344005201472418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWiIvvkK6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/gVx5G-Ys4zE/s320/DSC01972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329344525741989378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWinC6GHgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/TvqFCaba_Lo/s320/DSC01976.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;not two, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWkpsPQwpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/q8Bba7gayR0/s1600-h/DSC02035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329346770219614866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWkpsPQwpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/q8Bba7gayR0/s320/DSC02035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but three Easter egg hunts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfZaAs5imdI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kaQLkd6FEN4/s1600-h/DSC02150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329546177138563538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfZaAs5imdI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kaQLkd6FEN4/s320/DSC02150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a beautiful Easter weekend in which we were able to reflect on the sacrifice out Savior made for us and the blessings we receive from that event.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-1937243708233351022?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1937243708233351022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=1937243708233351022' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/1937243708233351022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/1937243708233351022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend-2009.html' title='Easter weekend 2009'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SfWcOHffb7I/AAAAAAAAATY/rNxJ-EJ65V8/s72-c/DSC01948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-1466584211685178737</id><published>2009-03-27T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:03:05.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With the Wave of a Wand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/Sc0F0ywvDAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lR_iQ_010pQ/s1600-h/DSC01820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317913139531942914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/Sc0F0ywvDAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lR_iQ_010pQ/s320/DSC01820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to fill out a questionaire with each of the girls for the spotlight they do in primary and this is the conversation I had with Chloe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Chloe what do you want to be when you get big?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe (in a very excited voice): a Bus Guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I typed the answer she sat very quietly and then asked: Is the tooth fairy going to make me into a bus guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No ( a little confused)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe: Well then who is going to make me into a bus guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: You are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked up at me with her eyebrows crinkled and very firmly said: I can't! I don't have a wand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8022325643030746882-1466584211685178737?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1466584211685178737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=1466584211685178737' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/1466584211685178737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/1466584211685178737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-wave-of-wand.html' title='With the Wave of a Wand'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/Sc0F0ywvDAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lR_iQ_010pQ/s72-c/DSC01820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-8365028848886744035</id><published>2009-02-13T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:03:21.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day!  She Got It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Channing learned to ride her bike with no training wheels. Ryan took her to the church parking lot one afternoon and 45 minutes later she was riding her bike. 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She Got It!'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SZWLf7nkGNI/AAAAAAAAATA/456iZ_99Gw8/s72-c/DSC01590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-4190013235248660047</id><published>2009-01-13T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:38:14.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas with Wes, Kate and their kids. The girls were so excited that Logan and Benny got to spend the night at our house on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decorated cookies for Santa and ate a few too.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW1Z1hryBWI/AAAAAAAAARo/Mg5-s3niotg/s1600-h/Christmas2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290983913340142946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW1Z1hryBWI/AAAAAAAAARo/Mg5-s3niotg/s320/Christmas2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sprinkled food on the driveway for the Reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW1bgBjdbcI/AAAAAAAAARw/OROW5STRJKw/s1600-h/DSC01426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290985742961307074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW1bgBjdbcI/AAAAAAAAARw/OROW5STRJKw/s320/DSC01426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Christmas Story was told, songs were sung, and all the kids were off to bed like good little boys and girls. Yahoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas Morning:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW1deWSEE-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/BVnB2DiKXUs/s1600-h/Christmas+2009-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290987913189004258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW1deWSEE-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/BVnB2DiKXUs/s320/Christmas+2009-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids all got a lot of fun toys. Each year we give the girls new pajamas on Christmas Eve and this year I decided to make them. The girls got new dolls from Santa and the dolls were wearing matching pajamas. Santa must have seen me making them and had his elves make matching ones for their new dolls. The girls thought that was so cool! Way to go elves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then....Logan and Ben got to stay at our house for a week while Wes and Kate went on a cruise with Kate's family. The boys went back and forth between our house and Grandma and Papa's house. We played hard and had a lot of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We rode bikes and took trips to the park&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW1iVO_pxEI/AAAAAAAAASA/1zZagJX1zBQ/s1600-h/Christmas2008-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290993254172050498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW1iVO_pxEI/AAAAAAAAASA/1zZagJX1zBQ/s320/Christmas2008-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked a couple miles around Brazos Bend State Park to see and touch alligators. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW5UVeL5IkI/AAAAAAAAASI/mR40hfHrUUE/s1600-h/Christmas2008-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291259340063842882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW5UVeL5IkI/AAAAAAAAASI/mR40hfHrUUE/s320/Christmas2008-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We put all the kids to work raking leaves and then we had to play in them, of course.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW5Y86vgOfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sG0SLin_9v0/s1600-h/Christmas2008-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291264415790807538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW5Y86vgOfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sG0SLin_9v0/s320/Christmas2008-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a great Christmas vacation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-4190013235248660047?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4190013235248660047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=4190013235248660047' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/4190013235248660047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/4190013235248660047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SW1Z1hryBWI/AAAAAAAAARo/Mg5-s3niotg/s72-c/Christmas2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-1987223222494750192</id><published>2008-12-18T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:38:35.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutcracker Ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got tickets for Channing and I to go see Ballet Forte's Nutcracker. 2 of her friends and their moms went also. She was excited to get dressed up and have a special mommy-daughter date. I wasn't sure if she would like it or not, but she loved it. About 15-20 minutes into the ballet she turned to me and said, "Mom this is really fun. Thank you for taking me." That made my day. It will be fun to take both girls when Chloe gets older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUrKeCnrvYI/AAAAAAAAARY/2M4_vQNBWiI/s1600-h/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281256130493529474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUrKeCnrvYI/AAAAAAAAARY/2M4_vQNBWiI/s320/DSC01343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUrK1zvAb5I/AAAAAAAAARg/iNo0lBfZLzc/s1600-h/DSC01350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281256538814574482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUrK1zvAb5I/AAAAAAAAARg/iNo0lBfZLzc/s320/DSC01350.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/8022325643030746882-1987223222494750192?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1987223222494750192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=1987223222494750192' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/1987223222494750192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/1987223222494750192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker-ballet.html' title='Nutcracker Ballet'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUrKeCnrvYI/AAAAAAAAARY/2M4_vQNBWiI/s72-c/DSC01343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-9054449062622965195</id><published>2008-12-18T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:38:11.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Eyes of a Child</title><content type='html'>Every year our Stake puts on a really nice Christmas Concert. This year I decided that we needed to go as a family and enjoy the beautiful music. It was 1 1/2 hours long and the girls actually did a great job sitting still. I love that they sat and listened, while only having to be slightly entertained. I didn't bring our regular church bag of tricks, instead I pulled an envelope and a pen out of my purse and gave it to Chloe. After drawing for a few minutes she handed me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUq3YNnVazI/AAAAAAAAARA/qrTdQFzuPac/s1600-h/DSC01364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281235139644713778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUq3YNnVazI/AAAAAAAAARA/qrTdQFzuPac/s320/DSC01364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And said this, "Mom, I drew a picture of you...MAD!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uhhh, what does this mean? Is this how she sees me, with psycho eyes and an intense mad mouth? There's nothing like getting a mood check from your 3 year old. I thought about the day and how it had gone and I guess she was slightly justified in drawing "mad mom" Twice that day she had gone running to the bathroom in a panic, only to make it as far as...right in front of the toilet. One of those times she had her dress on ready to go to church. ARGHHH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After seeing this sad drawing of myself, I realized I need to try and be more patient with her. Life can be so short and I need to sit back and enjoy every day. I try to remind myself that these are the easy days compared to what's ahead. I hope next time she draws a picture of me it's a little different. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-9054449062622965195?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/9054449062622965195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=9054449062622965195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/9054449062622965195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/9054449062622965195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2008/12/through-eyes-of-child.html' title='Through the Eyes of a Child'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUq3YNnVazI/AAAAAAAAARA/qrTdQFzuPac/s72-c/DSC01364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-417587392566982136</id><published>2008-12-01T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:37:04.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day Memories</title><content type='html'>Ryan's Aunt Janet, Uncle Mark, and 3 kids from Houston joined us in Sugar Land for a memorable Thanksgiving Day. From the top: Sheriee getting sick, and still being a gracious host and cooking Thanksgiving dinner for us. While we ate, she layed in bed, chilled and terribly nauseous. At one point she got out of bed and fainted. On the way down she caught the edge of the nightstand with her head. So off she and Vern went to the emergency room to have it looked at.&lt;br /&gt;While they were gone, the boys went outside to throw the football and Sam, the youngest cousin at 8 years old, threw the football through the dining room window. The pane must have shattered into a thousand itty bitty pieces. It took 4 of us almost 1/2 hour to get it all cleaned up. Sam was so upset. This is him shortly after the incident, you can tell his face is still red from crying. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUq_2Uq3iRI/AAAAAAAAARI/SfjS_oRKnl4/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281244453027678482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUq_2Uq3iRI/AAAAAAAAARI/SfjS_oRKnl4/s320/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheriee got out of the Emergency Rooom with a bandage instead of stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUrA033UcZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GiQ1uawc3Co/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281245527627035026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUrA033UcZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GiQ1uawc3Co/s320/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And to top it off, while in the middle of an intense game of Zilch, a really fun dice game, Chloe started yelling my name from the bathroom. I was in the process of rolling what I thought was going to be the winning roll and yelled for Ryan to go check on her. He goes to check on her and starts yelling for me to come and see. I go look and Chloe had made a mad dash for the bathroom only to make it as far as, I bet you can guess, right in front of the toilet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite all the craziness, we ate delicious food, spent quality time with family, and expressed thanks for the wonderful blessings we have in our lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-417587392566982136?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/417587392566982136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=417587392566982136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/417587392566982136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/417587392566982136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-day-memories.html' title='Thanksgiving Day Memories'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SUq_2Uq3iRI/AAAAAAAAARI/SfjS_oRKnl4/s72-c/DSC01309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-7953326441789691596</id><published>2008-11-24T12:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:56:33.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Build It?  Yes I Can!</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, a friend of mine had a baby shower. Her sister, who threw the shower, asked me if I would bring some sort of fruit tray. She sent me a &lt;a href="http://www.creative-baby-shower-ideas.com/watermelon-baby-carriage.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to a cute idea that I could try. I opened up the link and this is what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSsNffxoipI/AAAAAAAAAQw/AXOnu14YZ9A/s1600-h/carriage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272322623524080274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSsNffxoipI/AAAAAAAAAQw/AXOnu14YZ9A/s320/carriage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought to myself, "Who does she think I am, Martha Stewart?" "There's no way I can make that."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it did look pretty cute so I talked myself into giving it a shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was my end result: It's just a little carriage because I couldn't find a big watermelon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSsOq7980OI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/77wk22H1Jv8/s1600-h/DSC01212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272323919582122210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSsOq7980OI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/77wk22H1Jv8/s320/DSC01212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to thank:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Bertie for giving me the idea and believing I could do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Channing for being my cheerleader along the way. She kept saying, "Good job mom! It's looking like the picture."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Chloe for taking a wonderful nap. Sometimes it's hard having, not 2, but 4 extra helping hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. And last of all, HEB grocery store for having a decent price on out of season fruit. I couldn't have done it without them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls loved the carriage and couldn't wait until the next morning because I promised them any leftovers. It's funny how in their eyes the ordinary fruit turned into something extraordinary when put inside a watermelon baby carriage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if you ever need a cute fruit dish idea for a baby shower, &lt;a href="http://www.creative-baby-shower-ideas.com/watermelon-baby-carriage.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; are the instructions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-7953326441789691596?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7953326441789691596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=7953326441789691596' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7953326441789691596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7953326441789691596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-i-build-it-yes-i-can.html' title='Can I Build It?  Yes I Can!'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSsNffxoipI/AAAAAAAAAQw/AXOnu14YZ9A/s72-c/carriage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-2661050709176891349</id><published>2008-11-17T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:29:58.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween...2 1/2 weeks late.</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I struggle with keeping up on my blog. Every time I sit down to write an entry I think to myself...I'll just quickly read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; new blog entries and then write my own. But by the time I'm finished reading, my computer time is up. That's right, I actually have to give myself an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allotted&lt;/span&gt; amount of computer time or else my day would slip away with me sitting at the computer while the girls run crazy through the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is the day. I'm going to post a new entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLOWEEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHYOp_VelI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PLnQrloORI0/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269730785301461586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHYOp_VelI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PLnQrloORI0/s320/DSC01147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls were black cats this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chloe originally wanted to be a cowgirl until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; decided to be a cat. Then, that was all Chloe wanted to be. We tried to talk her back into the cowgirl because my friend let me borrow a cute pick cowgirl outfit and I found a pink trimmed cowgirl hat and some adorable brown and pink boots at Goodwill, but there was no changing her mind. We thought, maybe if she tried on the costume she would see how cute she looked and change her mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHZiIrngzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cjYGWoyrmn4/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269732219469398834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHZiIrngzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cjYGWoyrmn4/s320/DSC01124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That didn't happen. So, she got to be a little black cat like her big sister. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wes, Kate, Logan and Ben came down from Dallas and spent Halloween weekend with us. We went to the trunk-or-treat party at the church. The kids had a great time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHbVGIVUAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yW6xfl4sgW8/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269734194469490690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHbVGIVUAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yW6xfl4sgW8/s320/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last part of October and first part of November is a busy time for birthdays in our family. We celebrated 4 birthdays throughout the weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHcHMTIwTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ehO5jqdW9Qo/s1600-h/DSC01181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269735055118876978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHcHMTIwTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ehO5jqdW9Qo/s320/DSC01181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; turned 5 years old on Nov. 1st. She is such a joy to have around and is a good big sister to Chloe. Every Sunday she comes out of her primary class with a few snacks folded up in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;napkin to&lt;/span&gt; give to Chloe. A lot of times it will be as simple as a fruit snack, usually stuck to the paper towel, and 2 or 3 goldfish, or 1 peanut butter cracker, but it's always something. We love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHdgC5uEWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/1g2XCM5cqPo/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269736581604708706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHdgC5uEWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/1g2XCM5cqPo/s320/DSC01190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben turned 2 years old on Nov. 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. He is a little cutie pie and it was fun having him here to celebrate his birthday. He may have gotten a little ripped off on his cake though(my fault). It doesn't look like a very fun and exciting cake for a little 2 year old. We opted for 1 cake for all the birthdays so we wouldn't have a ton of leftovers and due to lack of time, I didn't even get it decorated. Sorry Benny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHfTkDOGJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EdQgCE336Rk/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269738566187882642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHfTkDOGJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EdQgCE336Rk/s320/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also celebrated Ryan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wes's&lt;/span&gt; birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is a great husband, my best friend and a very caring and doting dad. I am blessed to have someone that I enjoy hanging out with after 9 years of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should say something about Wes since I said something about the other 3. Let see what is there to say.............&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, just joking, Wes is a fun brother-in-law and he actually acts like he doesn't mind when I'm on his team for sand volleyball at the lake house. This is a big deal to me, since I'm slightly challenged when it comes to sports. I'm glad they live close enough that we can see them often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Papa had a great time with the grandkids and Papa took advantage of the Halloween holiday and tried to scare the kids with a very creepy mask.  Grandma came to their rescue and made him promise not to scare them too bad.  Next year they might not be so lucky.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That pretty much sums up our weekend.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-2661050709176891349?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2661050709176891349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=2661050709176891349' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/2661050709176891349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/2661050709176891349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween2-12-weeks-late.html' title='Halloween...2 1/2 weeks late.'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SSHYOp_VelI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PLnQrloORI0/s72-c/DSC01147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-7178859487688794969</id><published>2008-10-16T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:23:08.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of Favorites</title><content type='html'>My Favorite Purchase:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SPeYaSqgm_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/pLB1I2f-7aM/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257838667432500210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SPeYaSqgm_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/pLB1I2f-7aM/s320/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this framed sketch.  I found it in the gift shop at Enchanted Forest, which is an amazing garden center. It has already been placed in several different spots around my house. I'm trying to find the perfect spot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Favorite Snack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SPekR2hMNII/AAAAAAAAAPs/u67xB4P3zMo/s1600-h/NWCAIRMW81CAAE2QXICA9614B5CABHJG7KCALWEM8WCA1VWG6NCAXYE6IBCATBG80ZCAI5GHC4CAX383FMCAVD4NJWCAO3650RCATPCHCCCAE0CDXDCAGPNU67CACO7NA6CA9REBCNCAWG0IALCAGJI616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257851716577801346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SPekR2hMNII/AAAAAAAAAPs/u67xB4P3zMo/s320/NWCAIRMW81CAAE2QXICA9614B5CABHJG7KCALWEM8WCA1VWG6NCAXYE6IBCATBG80ZCAI5GHC4CAX383FMCAVD4NJWCAO3650RCATPCHCCCAE0CDXDCAGPNU67CACO7NA6CA9REBCNCAWG0IALCAGJI616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toaster Strudels are the best! Whenever I see a commercial on TV for these babies, or when my eye catches them at the grocery store, I secretly wish I had a freezer full of them. What's better than a toaster strudel fresh out of the toaster, spread with frosting that covers the top and melts over the sides? YUM!! I love them but I never buy them...except this time I did. So far no one else has spotted them in my frezzer so they're ALL MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Favorite Lunch:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SPeXkIVyf5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/IfYSKTIyLw8/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257837736948301714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SPeXkIVyf5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/IfYSKTIyLw8/s320/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe and I had a picnic outside. She was so excited for our mommy-Chloe lunch. The weather here is beautiful right now and we're taking advantage by spending a lot of time outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Favorite Conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately Chloe has been waiting until the last minute to run to the bathroom and winds up going while standing right in front of the toilet. She has done this several times. Ryan finally suggested that we have her help clean it up and maybe that would solve the problem. So the next time it happened I told her she would have to help me clean it up. She did. Later that day we had this conversation-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe: Mom, do I look like a mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me(totally unaware of where this was headed): No, not yet sweetie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe: Then I can't clean up my own pee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was I thinking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Favorite Thing Caught On Camera:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was making dinner I looked out my kitchen window and saw Channing and Chloe on the slide with the snorkel gear on. I grabbed my camera and ran outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e194649477646cd7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3De194649477646cd7%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D4E43B3B5941360A745FD8D50816433402C766F5C.5EA8E36FDF1B9DD3D4684BD53A61E79905FAAAD8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De194649477646cd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DPvf5mDdtKS3Rs4crAEsDfyCQ6ck&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3De194649477646cd7%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D4E43B3B5941360A745FD8D50816433402C766F5C.5EA8E36FDF1B9DD3D4684BD53A61E79905FAAAD8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De194649477646cd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DPvf5mDdtKS3Rs4crAEsDfyCQ6ck&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I watched this on my computer I realize how horrible I sound snickering each time she falls. It just looked so funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are some of your favorites this week?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-7178859487688794969?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e194649477646cd7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7178859487688794969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=7178859487688794969' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7178859487688794969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7178859487688794969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-of-favorites.html' title='A Week of Favorites'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SPeYaSqgm_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/pLB1I2f-7aM/s72-c/DSC01050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-1507896203800616138</id><published>2008-10-02T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:18:11.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>I'm a little overwhelmed at how much I have to catch up on and frankly I've been avoiding it this week. I wish I was better at just posting a little here and a little there. Where do I start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe's Birthday August 31st.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe turned 3 the end of August. She was really excited for her birthday this year. She wanted a lollipop, a clock bracelet(a watch), and a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOUvyDw2-vI/AAAAAAAAANs/L0jgvSaGhZQ/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657077447752434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOUvyDw2-vI/AAAAAAAAANs/L0jgvSaGhZQ/s320/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So she got a handful of lollipops, a clock bracelet, and a brithday cake. She got some other great things from grandparents, and other family members. What a great birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan's brother Wes and his family were here from Dallas so we took the kids bowling as part of the birthday celebration. They loved it!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOUxPSMCD5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/p677S1dQKrk/s1600-h/DSC00717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252658679047655314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOUxPSMCD5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/p677S1dQKrk/s320/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOUxkoNecnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1E4C9LcV63c/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252659045736542834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOUxkoNecnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1E4C9LcV63c/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Argh!!!! The dreaded closed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;First Day of School, Sept 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOUy6QnUf5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/PZXwM6yKOyo/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252660516871241618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOUy6QnUf5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/PZXwM6yKOyo/s320/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both girls started school last month. So far...great! They go twice a week for 3 hours. This is such a nice breather for me. I get a few hours to clean, shop, grocery shop, do nothing, whatever. It makes me a happy mom when I pick them up. I actually feel like I appreciate their "sweet" personalities a little more after these few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hurricane Adventure, Sept 11-15th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our story isn't that exciting, but that's probably a good thing. Ryan and I decided to leave Houston and head to his parent's lake house to weather out the storm. We left early Thursdday morning to avoid any traffic. We spent the weekend fishing, relaxing, enjoying the beautiful weather, and taking advantage of our time away with the girls. I felt a little guilty about having such a great weekend while there was a hurricane causing so much damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOU2FkeLR7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/DUKSgciFOoc/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252664009715042226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOU2FkeLR7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/DUKSgciFOoc/s320/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOU2d8XYzFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0WKEpK25GLg/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252664428445879378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOU2d8XYzFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0WKEpK25GLg/s320/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days at the lake house we traveled to Dallas to see Wes, Kate and the boys. The girls love Logan and Benny and get so excited when we tell them we get to see them. They had a lot of fun playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOU32FvBm6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/-RCYHT4glBk/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252665942789430178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOU32FvBm6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/-RCYHT4glBk/s320/DSC00864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We left for Houston Monday afternoon. It took us about 2 hours longer to get back. Most of the gas stations along the way had lines all the way down the feeder roads of the freeway to get gas. It was a little crazy driving into a dark Houston. Our house still didn't have power but Ryan's parent's house did so we stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We spent all day Tuesday cleaning up our house. These pictures don't look that bad, but it took us quite a while to get it all done. We were really blessed because our area wasn't hit nearly as hard as expected. &lt;/p&gt;Before the clean-up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOZwVgyxTDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/uhfJ2E8JuhY/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253009530256706610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOZwVgyxTDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/uhfJ2E8JuhY/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOZw8yVEY5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/0A-Amiuth50/s1600-h/DSC00895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253010204978865042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOZw8yVEY5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/0A-Amiuth50/s320/DSC00895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOZxWiowv8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/rVSo3HRIoe0/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253010647443095490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOZxWiowv8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/rVSo3HRIoe0/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't get our power back until Saturday, a week after Ike hit. I am so glad we had somewhere to stay. We are blessed to now have our life back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a few pictures of areas in our neighborhood and some just outside our neighborhood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOZ6WSsIbbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zu-aAOWSXuI/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253020538766912946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOZ6WSsIbbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zu-aAOWSXuI/s320/DSC00917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOZ62K3OqAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zAqcozwS1ws/s1600-h/DSC00925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253021086421788674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOZ62K3OqAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zAqcozwS1ws/s320/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOZ7OjVs97I/AAAAAAAAAPM/yT7RU1Cbfh8/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253021505308915634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SOZ7OjVs97I/AAAAAAAAAPM/yT7RU1Cbfh8/s320/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One quick video...This is a video that shows the difference between Channing and Chloe. We were on a boat ride and Ryan took his hands off the steering wheel and told the girls one of them better come over and steer. Channing got very nervous and eventually burst into tears, and Chloe hopped onto Ryan's lap without a second thought and took over.  I love that they have such different personalities. 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I love having a clean house and do my best to keep it pretty clean, so I thought it would be fairly easy to be ready to show our house at any minute. Oh how I was wrong! It's a whole different type of clean when you're showing your house. Nothing can be conveniently put in a closet to get it out of sight. You can't just close doors to certain room if those rooms are a bit disheveled. I did however get a pointer from a friend that if you're in a pinch and need somewhere to HIDE you miscellaneous stuff, go for the dryer or the fridge. These are 2 places that people usually won't look. I discovered that Ryan used this method and found it very successful. When I came home from one of my trips to Utah, I was putting groceries away and found the pan he used to boil his shrimp, with all the shrimp shells in it, in the freezer.  Guess who got to take care of it then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that we closed on our new house and have moved in, which means I no longer have to have our home "show ready" Yahoo!!! I will post pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-4283317788000161889?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4283317788000161889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=4283317788000161889' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/4283317788000161889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/4283317788000161889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-hard-can-it-be.html' title='How Hard Can It Be?'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-1393839572312924190</id><published>2008-08-15T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:30:39.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Does Meat Really Come From?</title><content type='html'>Channing and Ryan got into a conversation about meat this morning.  Ryan realized that Channing knew meat came from animals but she didn't know exactly how.  He asked her how she thought we get meat and these were her answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. You milk it out of them and mix it with something and it makes meat.&lt;br /&gt;2. They lay an egg and the meat is in the egg.&lt;br /&gt;3. They grow it and you pick it off them like fruit on a tree.&lt;br /&gt;4. They eat something and then when they throw up it comes out meat, just like birds do with food for their babies.&lt;br /&gt;POOR CITY GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't decide whether or not to tell her the real story.  We opted not to.  We're afraid we would have a little vegetarian on our hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-1393839572312924190?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1393839572312924190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=1393839572312924190' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/1393839572312924190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/1393839572312924190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-does-meat-really-come-from.html' title='Where Does Meat Really Come From?'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-7831326942910870008</id><published>2008-07-16T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:17:19.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love My Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5Zs1z-5BI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vh2tKuhEvQE/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223711244690580498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5Zs1z-5BI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vh2tKuhEvQE/s320/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the random things my girls do, say, and wear. Here are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channing does...&lt;br /&gt;She loves collecting pieces of paper, brochures, comment cards, receipts, credit card applications from stores, basically anything that she can use as directions, instructions, an invitation to a special party or a treasure map. I love that she does this. She will find something and carry it around for days. I've posted this picture before but notice what she has in her hand. It's a comment card from Kohls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5XZY4jeHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZzBwHM2rd60/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223708711484356722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5XZY4jeHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZzBwHM2rd60/s320/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Channing Says...&lt;br /&gt;Prayer by Channing: Dear Heavenly Father, We're thankful for our day and our breakfast. Please bless it that it will be healthy for our bodies, well...not the Marshmellow Mateys because they have a lot of sugar in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer by Channing: Dear Heavenly Father, We're grateful that we have a nice home to live in so we don't have to live, like outside or at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Channing Wears...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Little Rock Star:&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5kOow_1gI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5MClsSQOAPg/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223722820420228610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5kOow_1gI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5MClsSQOAPg/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mail Lady Channing and her helper Chloe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5lJOxaZTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_dhOSkGHhfU/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223723827054929202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5lJOxaZTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_dhOSkGHhfU/s320/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls In Boots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5nppVtwjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/TMJVjz2KYR0/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223726582965584434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5nppVtwjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/TMJVjz2KYR0/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe Does...&lt;br /&gt;Chloe went through a phase where she licked everything. I am so amazed she wasn't sick all the time. I wrote down a few of the things I witnessed her lick. Who knows what else there was that I never saw?&lt;br /&gt;1. Ryan's IPOD&lt;br /&gt;2. Kitchen floor (it wasn't even freshly mopped)&lt;br /&gt;3. Channing's tap shoe&lt;br /&gt;4. The carpet(I bet that was a sad surprise, a mouth full of fuzz)&lt;br /&gt;5. The entire lenghth of my arm(she's quick, she got all the way up my arm before I could pull it away)&lt;br /&gt;6. Ryan's hand&lt;br /&gt;7. The hairy part of the hair brush&lt;br /&gt;8. Channing's arm(what's with the arms?)&lt;br /&gt;9. Bottom of her own shoe&lt;br /&gt;10. Wal-Mart grocery cart(The worst of all in my book. What is it about Wal-mart carts that make me cringe to touch them and she LICKED it.)&lt;br /&gt;11. Brand new computer monitor. Story: We bought a new computer and Ryan was taking it out of the box and checking to see that all the parts were there. He walked out of the room for a minute and came back to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5e7rrAbLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aaAZ6SArY4E/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223716997224754354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5e7rrAbLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aaAZ6SArY4E/s320/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls got balloons at the store and were playing with them in my room. Chloe let hers go and it floated right into the fan. It made a horrible thumping sound as it was getting whipped around and tangled up. There was a small freakout by both girls and then I saw Chloe on her knees: Dear Henly-a-Father, please bless my balloon doesn't get windy in the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe wears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite socks:&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5px5Lk5gI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bQTaJW1DkFg/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223728923680237058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5px5Lk5gI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bQTaJW1DkFg/s320/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goggle-eyed ballerina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5tuYCtWbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4Sp8cmMJE40/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223733261291575730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5tuYCtWbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4Sp8cmMJE40/s320/DSC00353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-7831326942910870008?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7831326942910870008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=7831326942910870008' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7831326942910870008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7831326942910870008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-love-my-girls.html' title='Why I Love My Girls'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SH5Zs1z-5BI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vh2tKuhEvQE/s72-c/DSC00261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-3148854860618268242</id><published>2008-07-02T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:52:49.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Atlanta</title><content type='html'>I flew to Atlanta last weekend to be there for my nephew's baptism. My brother who was on a mission in North Carolina was coming home that same weekend so he flew to Atlanta to be there with us all. It was a GREAT few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SGvv0-JeFxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ybXhBSobris/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218528286553806610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SGvv0-JeFxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ybXhBSobris/s320/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are at the airport waiting for Michael to arrive. 3 of my sisters were there, my parents, and of course my sister and her kids who live in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SGvu8qGGDCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/o5DkF7hRlTY/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218527319098264610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SGvu8qGGDCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/o5DkF7hRlTY/s320/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was really surprised when he saw us all. He was only expecting my parents and Tiffany to be there. We had a great day eating, shopping, and hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SGv0Z8OUbRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XVupk2xalTU/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218533319738944786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SGv0Z8OUbRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XVupk2xalTU/s320/DSC00293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corbin was baptized on Saturday. He was really excited. I was glad I could be there for his special day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Channing and Chloe had so much fun with daddy while I was gone. They played in the pool, went to the movies, ate out for dinner, and had a fun day at Grandma and Papa's. I'm not sure how much they really missed me. Ryan had the house all clean and the girls bathed and ready for church when I got home Sunday morning. Everything went smoothly, well almost...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SGwlY-cf1rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3NbgJ4ffVxo/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218587179225175730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SGwlY-cf1rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3NbgJ4ffVxo/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SGwlZc_AITI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cwvMJIJuk2U/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218587187422961970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SGwlZc_AITI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cwvMJIJuk2U/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On one of their excursions there was an incident that involed pizza, Chloe, and a chair. The result was this nice black eye.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a wonderful husband who was willing, and loved being Mr. Mom for a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-3148854860618268242?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3148854860618268242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=3148854860618268242' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/3148854860618268242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/3148854860618268242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-in-atlanta.html' title='Weekend in Atlanta'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SGvv0-JeFxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ybXhBSobris/s72-c/DSC00267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-7413458309431950270</id><published>2008-06-01T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:52:11.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week In The Life Of...</title><content type='html'>MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day when I was growing up was a day for us kids to spend with grandpa and grandma. We would decorate graves of great grandparents, great aunts and uncles, and cousins we never met. We would hear the story about the aunt who died giving birth to twins. The babies also died and she is buried with one in each arm. After deorating the graves and hearing all the stories we would finish the day with a special treat at the store. I love my memories of this special day with my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I took the girls to a local cemetary to let them see what people do on Memorial Day. We each told them a story of our grandparents. It was a nice morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENfkWGrNKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NrqBhMCjg50/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207110672183932066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENfkWGrNKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NrqBhMCjg50/s320/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENf03lcSlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/E4htSqgItTw/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207110956049254994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENf03lcSlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/E4htSqgItTw/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TUESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Chloe finished her swimming lessons today. She took swimming lessons from one of my young women and did great. It took her a little while to want to do it, but once she realized it was fun and not torture, she loved it.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENZgaAdoCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2jjBlQv0xE4/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207104007442374690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENZgaAdoCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2jjBlQv0xE4/s320/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her jumping and swimming at our pool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-963df9db97851db7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D963df9db97851db7%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D3A5A030071AF7EED278D1C6B9C26ED49C54BF81F.2EB814AE0A89FE0E1C4A0E97427C408A0F94815A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D963df9db97851db7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DY3e2Q1LX1HxXPXi3uhJu9oM_Xqc&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D963df9db97851db7%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D3A5A030071AF7EED278D1C6B9C26ED49C54BF81F.2EB814AE0A89FE0E1C4A0E97427C408A0F94815A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D963df9db97851db7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DY3e2Q1LX1HxXPXi3uhJu9oM_Xqc&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;The girls had dentist appointments today. They did great. Channing has been several times and actually looks forward to her visits. This was Chloe's first time. She looked so tiny sitting in the big dental chair. She was a big girl and the hygienist was able to clean her teeth without any resistance. She even let the dentist count her teeth. The best part of course was the new toothbrush and the goody bag full of toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENbgHAKYfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fYJTWEfbd-k/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207106201364095474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENbgHAKYfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fYJTWEfbd-k/s320/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENaiDtsi7I/AAAAAAAAAII/plJl04CqbXk/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207105135329446834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENaiDtsi7I/AAAAAAAAAII/plJl04CqbXk/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENbKzMrFBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/C0bC0s05mJg/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207105835270607890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENbKzMrFBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/C0bC0s05mJg/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THURSDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had school at our house today. We were learning about spiders so I took the kids outside on a spider hunt. Chloe was screaming that she found a lizard and this is what we saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENcEvvX4AI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GPkHRNWArA0/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207106830774820866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENcEvvX4AI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GPkHRNWArA0/s320/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure what it is, so if anyone knows, fill me in. It was about 4-5 inches long. I had a jar and I wanted to catch it so we could get a good look at it. As I was trying to catch it, it sprayed some milky substance all over in the jar. The kids and I all looked inside and got the most horrific wiff of nasty I have ever smelled. It stung my throat and all the kids' eyes were watering. Not the most successsful spider hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Channing is on a swim team this year and is really enjoying it. She had a practice swim meet today. Her first real meet is in one week. It's cute to see these little kids jumping at the sound of the horn and racing to the other end of the pool. My camera only had room for a small video so here she is swimming. She is in the second lane from the right. The first time you watch it, watch Channing and then watch it again and pay attention the little girl on the far right...so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38cb3a3387d4b76c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D38cb3a3387d4b76c%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D1414DD0CE03550047AA2869472D4DAA64FAA63FE.4209DDF9E8551435669A541A9FBE94B27CF417C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38cb3a3387d4b76c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DCDlHgK2qmZNB_TBmUBFiv0hw9RI&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D38cb3a3387d4b76c%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D1414DD0CE03550047AA2869472D4DAA64FAA63FE.4209DDF9E8551435669A541A9FBE94B27CF417C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38cb3a3387d4b76c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DCDlHgK2qmZNB_TBmUBFiv0hw9RI&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FLASHBACK FRIDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize now that I don't have as many baby vidoes of Chloe. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/7413458309431950270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-in-life-of.html' title='A Week In The Life Of...'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pfUTgVl-48Y/SENfkWGrNKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NrqBhMCjg50/s72-c/DSC00144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022325643030746882.post-3244603778642272946</id><published>2008-05-23T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:05:10.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ba40e813c892e252" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dba40e813c892e252%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271297120%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D27FC23EC4B68C9E63A43E13F13B9F5D498F6E281.7FC8F8C7551983A7A09EF3C6B97381505F6AE127%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba40e813c892e252%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DWToVoe4YmcG3rVwTbzJ2IhGsPmU&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Channing 23mo. Chloe 5 weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Channing was such a big helper with Chloe when she was a baby.  She loved having a little sister around.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8022325643030746882-3244603778642272946?l=h-townstaubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ba40e813c892e252&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3244603778642272946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8022325643030746882&amp;postID=3244603778642272946' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/3244603778642272946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022325643030746882/posts/default/3244603778642272946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-townstaubs.blogspot.com/2008/05/flashback-friday_23.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Amber Staub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855365351977261572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07987632315651404786'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry></feed>