<?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-8082723672930399996</id><updated>2009-11-13T08:47:32.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neal Family</title><subtitle type='html'>A somewhat regular commentary on the lives of the Neals - Jason, Kelly, Julia &amp;amp; Keira</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-8766932598929413686</id><published>2009-11-12T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:55:45.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went in for our annual family portrait the other day.  I try to take the girls more frequently because they grow and change so much.  Here are the pictures we chose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SvxMdOoG2BI/AAAAAAAABTs/fmO-JE1Cxcs/s1600-h/ornament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403277717963986962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SvxMdOoG2BI/AAAAAAAABTs/fmO-JE1Cxcs/s320/ornament.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SvxMc_ZmdbI/AAAAAAAABTk/l8QPXRzCLu8/s1600-h/keira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403277713876612530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SvxMc_ZmdbI/AAAAAAAABTk/l8QPXRzCLu8/s320/keira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SvxMc1ubARI/AAAAAAAABTc/na2Wu5RkC98/s1600-h/julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403277711279587602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SvxMc1ubARI/AAAAAAAABTc/na2Wu5RkC98/s320/julia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SvxMcYujylI/AAAAAAAABTU/8DHeABkKCMo/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403277703495535186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SvxMcYujylI/AAAAAAAABTU/8DHeABkKCMo/s320/girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403277702409519074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SvxMcUrof-I/AAAAAAAABTM/YgfHCjhOUU4/s320/family.jpg" /&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/8082723672930399996-8766932598929413686?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8766932598929413686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=8766932598929413686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/8766932598929413686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/8766932598929413686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/portrait-time.html' title='Portrait Time'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SvxMdOoG2BI/AAAAAAAABTs/fmO-JE1Cxcs/s72-c/ornament.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-956517233056912907</id><published>2009-09-10T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:15:36.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality of Roseola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My poor baby has come down with a case of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roseola&lt;/span&gt;...or some other viral rash. Took her into the doctor just to make sure if wasn't something more serious. Here are the pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379887679231421858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SqkzVyQW7aI/AAAAAAAABTE/Orqdz49EaZU/s320/Picture+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379887665750835058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SqkzVACVf3I/AAAAAAAABS8/69hAfZ_kV_c/s320/Picture+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379887660943640434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SqkzUuINh3I/AAAAAAAABS0/lEcUe4IZ-SE/s320/Picture+002.jpg" /&gt;&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;/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/8082723672930399996-956517233056912907?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/956517233056912907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=956517233056912907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/956517233056912907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/956517233056912907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/reality-of-roseola.html' title='Reality of Roseola'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SqkzVyQW7aI/AAAAAAAABTE/Orqdz49EaZU/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-1543153106821974886</id><published>2009-08-19T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:42:44.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Ok, so over the weekend, I had a few friends remind me of what a bad blogger I am. Mea culpa. So here are a few of the events that have happened since my last post. Keira turned 1, started walking and is working on talking. Julia is now singing along with and acting out DVDs and has started taking a dance class. The girls are really developing a relationship with each other, which is great. It is the best thing to see them giving each other a hug and kiss for no reason other than they just plain love each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm putting up one or two pictures from different times over the past few months as a sort of catch up. Soon to follow, some pics from our visit to Ohio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371723308052399906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/Sowx41gmRyI/AAAAAAAABQ8/gAsbKm3e5Cw/s320/IMG_2597.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;While visiting Uncle Tim and Aunt Tab in NC in April, we went to Discovery Place.  They had a great kid area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371723311638451058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/Sowx5C3lE3I/AAAAAAAABRE/uDtP7yFJWYc/s320/IMG_2606.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Julia playing with the water table at Discovery Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371723323033443922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/Sowx5tUW3lI/AAAAAAAABRM/c9aVmImfXw8/s320/IMG_2632.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dying Easter eggs for the Easter Bunny to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371723329980640722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/Sowx6HMsrdI/AAAAAAAABRU/nmQLA1u14DI/s320/IMG_2679.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Easter Bunny was here!&lt;br /&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_5371723336564668450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/Sowx6fuc-CI/AAAAAAAABRc/P9oakaUJ58k/s320/IMG_2691.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting ready for Church on Easter morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371725044498774786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/Sowzd6RrOwI/AAAAAAAABRk/5uZUzyNyvT0/s320/IMG_2785.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Keira turns 1!&lt;br /&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_5371725047678782034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SowzeGH2SlI/AAAAAAAABRs/Z0oIqTVcw4w/s320/IMG_2770.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Julia helped blow out the candle after singing "Happy Birthday" to Keira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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_5371725058217492306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SowzetYeP1I/AAAAAAAABR0/El1KVZMqYts/s320/Picture+194.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy 4th of July!&lt;br /&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_5371725066822827762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SowzfNcJPvI/AAAAAAAABR8/FFw1pLDifuA/s320/Picture+203.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Julia and Olivia steal a page (or a hat) from Uncle Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371725071700889122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SowzffnKjiI/AAAAAAAABSE/ZR5BsNboM2o/s320/Picture+227.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Summertime at the Jersey Shore...need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371725635167896306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/Sow0ASsKwvI/AAAAAAAABSM/SWRDZ4ahBYs/s320/Picture+230.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Julia wanted a hole to sit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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_5371725645647651266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/Sow0A5uvIcI/AAAAAAAABSU/__oJ5E8OM3w/s320/Picture+257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Playing in the 'water hole'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371725648137199122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/Sow0BDASnhI/AAAAAAAABSc/iboLtqPI6ig/s320/Picture+322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Billy Joel and Elton John - Face 2 Face.  Hands down, BEST. CONCERT. EVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371725656565230002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/Sow0BiZsKbI/AAAAAAAABSk/brYrozp0je4/s320/Picture+001.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Keira in desperate need of her first haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371725665085818162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/Sow0CCJKBTI/AAAAAAAABSs/u3rPFJO5mjs/s320/Picture+017.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My little cutie pie with her new hairdo.&lt;br /&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/8082723672930399996-1543153106821974886?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1543153106821974886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=1543153106821974886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/1543153106821974886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/1543153106821974886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/Sowx41gmRyI/AAAAAAAABQ8/gAsbKm3e5Cw/s72-c/IMG_2597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-8780223247708759815</id><published>2009-02-03T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:28:29.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it's been so long since I last did a blog that I can't even remember all that I should have been blogging about. So, I'm starting fresh. Here are updates and pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julia is knocking our socks off with her smarts these days. She has just recently started singing the ABC's. Pretty impressive when you consider I didn't really start singing it for her very much until about two weeks ago. She sings "A, B, C, D, E, F, G, ah blah la la, Q, R, S, T, V, V, W, X, Y and Z. Now my ABC's. Next time with me." She is also jumping around the house saying "hop, hop, hop...brinca, brinca as well as jump, jump, jump...salta, salta" She is also using the Spanish words for climb, up, down, yes, and any number from 1-10. She LOVES snow and can't wait to get outside whenever the white stuff is coming down. Her new favorite thing...her sister. She gets super excited whenever Keira wakes up and runs in their room screaming "Baby Keira Wake Up, Mom!" They are really cute when they play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for Keira, she is getting so big, so fast. She is up to 20 lbs already! She got her ears pierced about a month ago. She sits up very well, and scoots around on her butt. She has been on hands and knees for weeks, but can't coordinate herself enough to move forward. She mostly slides back. She is also clapping her hands and laughing a lot. She just recently started pulling herself up on the furniture. I'm not sure, but I think she might skip crawling and go straight to walking. She has also cut some new teeth, bringing her total to four. Keira absolutely adores her big sister and smiles and laughs whenever Julia is around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298714973699718066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SYjRMd1qO7I/AAAAAAAABP8/vIKaEvLrYco/s320/IMG_2435.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Growing a sisterly bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298714959539873938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SYjRLpFsKJI/AAAAAAAABP0/WUKLxqcXot8/s320/IMG_2433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Julia's chosen artistic medium.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298714979352442866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SYjRMy5X9_I/AAAAAAAABQE/rlUUi-Boo40/s320/IMG_2439.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;B.F.F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298715432087980770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SYjRnJd8CuI/AAAAAAAABQ0/h_maMnk5QV0/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Splashing in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298715427581778450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SYjRm4rk2hI/AAAAAAAABQs/mrL3L15s0Wc/s320/IMG_2467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keira loves bath time. She gets so pissed when she gets taken out before Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298715423861629250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SYjRmq0n4UI/AAAAAAAABQk/fRjViLxYTh0/s320/IMG_2460.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even Daddy enjoys tubby time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298715420731651154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SYjRmfKYNFI/AAAAAAAABQc/zFxRjGb1Qh8/s320/IMG_2454.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snow Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298715006217156178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SYjROW-a9lI/AAAAAAAABQU/cOQAKOMpdYI/s320/IMG_2451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298714989007358386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SYjRNW3SSbI/AAAAAAAABQM/veObKZfDM7E/s320/IMG_2450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-8780223247708759815?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8780223247708759815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=8780223247708759815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/8780223247708759815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/8780223247708759815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-again.html' title='Hello, Again...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SYjRMd1qO7I/AAAAAAAABP8/vIKaEvLrYco/s72-c/IMG_2435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-3831357284426115734</id><published>2009-01-29T18:01:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:01:53.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>check it out</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been slacking.  I'll try to work on a new blog soon.  But for now, check out Jason's new blog at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://everybodysacomedian.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://everybodysacomedian.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-3831357284426115734?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3831357284426115734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=3831357284426115734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/3831357284426115734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/3831357284426115734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-it-out.html' title='check it out'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-5375410403263379130</id><published>2008-12-21T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T06:45:48.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Julia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julia turned two this past Thursday. She got to go out for lunch with Mommy and Grammy and she decided that she wanted ice cream...so we took a trip to Friendly's. She opened one present from Mommy and Daddy (a digital camera) and one from Uncle Tim and Aunt Tab ( A Dora interactive learning globe). The rest had to wait until her party on Saturday. Here is a recap of the party. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a49774d6a4d324d513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play Julia's 2nd Birthday" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a49774d6a4d324d513d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-5375410403263379130?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5375410403263379130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=5375410403263379130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/5375410403263379130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/5375410403263379130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-julia.html' title='Happy Birthday Julia!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-1853478537313477696</id><published>2008-12-16T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:31:54.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at 'em grow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My oh my they are growing quickly.  Julia turns 2 this week - I'll follow up with another blog and more pictures.  The kids also have to go in for checkups later this week - Julia's 2 year and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keira's&lt;/span&gt; 6 month.  I can't believe they are that old already.  So here are the updates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julia is using full sentences regularly and refining her word choices.  Instead of just "some" and a point at whatever she wants, she now says it like this - "I want some coffee....please."  And yes, she does actually say that.  She is still as adventurous as ever.  Her grandfather showed her how to climb a ladder this week and since he could do it, she would be darned if she couldn't.  Can I tell you how fast my pulse was watching my 2 year old climb up and over a 6 ft ladder.  Yikes!  And she is so loving with her sister.  She brings her toys, "check her" when she's crying, and even let her borrow her favorite blanket (pink nah-nah) for a nap.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; is growing so quickly now.  She is sitting up on her own for short stretches, eating well (or she was before her teething hit full force), babbling oohs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aahs&lt;/span&gt;, and has cut her first tooth.  The second tooth is right behind it and should be through the gums in the next day or so.  When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; smiles her whole face lights up and it is just the sweetest thing to see.  And she loves her family...she gets so excited to see the dogs, and when Julia comes into the room she can't keep her eyes off her.   Mommy and Daddy are pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; too in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUfHBbOUiHI/AAAAAAAABNY/D95IgroI7FE/s1600-h/IMG_2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280407915416815730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUfHBbOUiHI/AAAAAAAABNY/D95IgroI7FE/s320/IMG_2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally some pictures of them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUfHBEBhasI/AAAAAAAABNQ/yPmLPuqsXmk/s1600-h/IMG_2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280407909189118658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUfHBEBhasI/AAAAAAAABNQ/yPmLPuqsXmk/s320/IMG_2269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chewing her fingers instead of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;teether&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUfHAnCcjXI/AAAAAAAABNI/cV7oc8z5mTc/s1600-h/IMG_2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280407901408365938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUfHAnCcjXI/AAAAAAAABNI/cV7oc8z5mTc/s320/IMG_2267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing Peek-a-Boo with her "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doggy's&lt;/span&gt; House"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280407898811142962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUfHAdXOEzI/AAAAAAAABNA/K-zvAwGxpC0/s320/IMG_2260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280407894559596178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUfHANhknpI/AAAAAAAABM4/ezpvvLGg348/s320/IMG_2251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Holding her own bottle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280408262819635618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUfHVpZm4aI/AAAAAAAABNo/LDx8AMBCl2s/s320/IMG_2280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sitting up on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280408255944192306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUfHVPyX8TI/AAAAAAAABNg/LP0kBDy3uT8/s320/IMG_2295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Best Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-1853478537313477696?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1853478537313477696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=1853478537313477696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/1853478537313477696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/1853478537313477696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-at-em-grow.html' title='Look at &apos;em grow!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUfHBbOUiHI/AAAAAAAABNY/D95IgroI7FE/s72-c/IMG_2287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-2015966820455555287</id><published>2008-12-15T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:42:49.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This year we decided the time was right for Julia to start helping decorate the Christmas Tree.  We don't have any fun adventures of going to pick it out and cut it down because quite simply, it lives in a box in the basement.  First because of my allergies, and also because we are doing our part to "go green" when we can.  Anyway, it went like this...I would take the ornaments out of their storage boxes and make sure there were hooks on them.  Then I would give the non-breakables to Julia and she would pass them off to Daddy.  Without instruction, she started telling him where to put them.  As she got better at her job, she got faster.  So fast that at one point I think Jason had an ornament hanging off each finger and couldn't get them on the tree fast enough.  Now, she comes into the family room and points to the tree and shouts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Kiss-miss Tee !"  Then she immediately follows up with "I help Daddy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280168404759536034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUbtMEfu4aI/AAAAAAAABLo/oK7HC_XLJ6I/s320/IMG_2245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The first ornament this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUbtNSeOR7I/AAAAAAAABMA/f63uUDO38lk/s1600-h/IMG_2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280168425691170738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUbtNSeOR7I/AAAAAAAABMA/f63uUDO38lk/s320/IMG_2249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Giving another ornament to Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280168418781027890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUbtM4ut3jI/AAAAAAAABL4/10O5WfseXAY/s320/IMG_2248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"It goes right there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280168414928682274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUbtMqYPvSI/AAAAAAAABLw/OJ-5MOB-aT0/s320/IMG_2247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Right here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280168430154224354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUbtNjGTEuI/AAAAAAAABMI/dSCi3P4mMiY/s320/IMG_2246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Julia tells me to "turn it, Ba" when she wants it turned on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280168900775033250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUbto8TCuaI/AAAAAAAABMQ/e7CgfOxFZwE/s320/IMG_2243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; spent the afternoon teething. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280168904723137490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUbtpLAWA9I/AAAAAAAABMY/YS6jkSOidxU/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm tired of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280168910406923602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUbtpgLdtVI/AAAAAAAABMg/LAK5KkczLXM/s320/IMG_2273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Checking out her work the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280168919986787538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUbtqD3e1NI/AAAAAAAABMo/UbHhnHh2Xx4/s320/IMG_2272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Playing with a snowman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280168926705801570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUbtqc5a2WI/AAAAAAAABMw/q2_qCI4yRsE/s320/IMG_2300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree...How lovely are thy branches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &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/8082723672930399996-2015966820455555287?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2015966820455555287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=2015966820455555287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/2015966820455555287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/2015966820455555287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SUbtMEfu4aI/AAAAAAAABLo/oK7HC_XLJ6I/s72-c/IMG_2245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-5171106471354321208</id><published>2008-11-29T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:05:50.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a nice Thanksgiving at Mom's this year with plenty to eat and good times shared by all. The kids did very well, too. Hope that you all had a nice day as well. Now that the holiday season has arrived, it is time to decorate. We knew this year was going to be fun when Julia started getting very excited seeing lights on other homes. We started our decorating and she was so excited to see the deer in the front yard that she cried when she had to come in. I can't wait to see her reaction to the Christmas tree! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; has made some big leaps in the past few weeks. She is now sitting on her own for longer stretches of time each day. She is also starting to understand the concept of eating solids. She opens her mouth now when the spoon approaches and even swallows whole mouthfuls at a time. Much improved from the clamped shut mouth and spitting! She is even starting to fall into her own routine...if only we could move up her bedtime! It's hard when the kids share a room to let one cry and risk waking the other up. Oh well, it will come in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140631586004882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/STGC9fkjX5I/AAAAAAAABKw/5BWT9gSpnY4/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;If you look VERY closely, you can see some of the first snowflakes of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140638357647042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/STGC94zCbsI/AAAAAAAABK4/EGmXQ_ACk5Q/s320/IMG_2226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Julia outside playing in the "snow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140651215644418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/STGC-osn5wI/AAAAAAAABLA/40-D3L2MJ2I/s320/IMG_2235.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; and Grammy playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140659565737058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/STGC_HzcNGI/AAAAAAAABLQ/lLnOQj36HIA/s320/IMG_2239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Julia helped Daddy decorate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140825426268354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/STGDIxrrEMI/AAAAAAAABLY/4XczXcLs7r4/s320/IMG_2240.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;These are bases to the small light up trees, but all I can think of .... Julia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scissorhands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140830816916386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/STGDJFw506I/AAAAAAAABLg/Kq3EBdPOPeQ/s320/IMG_2241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting ready to come inside from the cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140653643258754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/STGC-xvaW4I/AAAAAAAABLI/zLYxMKp499M/s320/IMG_2236.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After a long day of being cranky, she finally gave in and fell asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-5171106471354321208?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5171106471354321208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=5171106471354321208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/5171106471354321208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/5171106471354321208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays-are-here.html' title='Holidays are Here'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/STGC9fkjX5I/AAAAAAAABKw/5BWT9gSpnY4/s72-c/IMG_2231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-4480588793832920985</id><published>2008-11-18T04:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T04:56:02.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two is Terrible!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so we are now a mere month from Julia's second birthday.  And let me tell you ,the "Terrible Twos" have arrived!  My sweet little girl has been replaced by a bratty, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tudey&lt;/span&gt; little snot in her times of rage.  It seems the simple instructions or slightest reprimand send her into a frenzy of hitting, kicking, throwing, screaming and crying.  But then two minutes later she is back to normal.  I'm exhausted by her moods alone.  All in all, Julia is still a very good kid, but good grief I hope this stage doesn't last an entire year...and man am I scared of when she becomes a teenager.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt;, she is such a happy little thing.  She does not like to eat, however.  We are working on feeding her solids now, but she is not so interested.  The funniest part is when she starts sticking her thumb in her mouth so you can't get the spoon in.  She is also rolling over very well now and we often find her on her belly in her crib in the morning.  And mostly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; simply adores her sister.  She watches her like a hawk, and if Julia so much as looks in her direction...huge smiles!  It's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4_ToNLJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/slGB3JjXeWU/s1600-h/IMG_2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269977911717080210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4_ToNLJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/slGB3JjXeWU/s320/IMG_2198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angry that the camera was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4SST68II/AAAAAAAAA64/D9FPW8LgaXA/s1600-h/IMG_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269977138269450370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4SST68II/AAAAAAAAA64/D9FPW8LgaXA/s320/IMG_2194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating prunes...and none too happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269977923199058706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4_-ZuQxI/AAAAAAAAA7I/A09wQcW_aQU/s320/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Not eating anything except her thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4SPvzoKI/AAAAAAAAA6w/IwIEiXl1gE8/s1600-h/IMG_2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269977137581105314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4SPvzoKI/AAAAAAAAA6w/IwIEiXl1gE8/s320/IMG_2188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4R29SpHI/AAAAAAAAA6o/FBbD6e0TuhQ/s1600-h/IMG_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269977130926777458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4R29SpHI/AAAAAAAAA6o/FBbD6e0TuhQ/s320/IMG_2184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two minutes later...happily playing drums with the Christmas boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4Rvcu82I/AAAAAAAAA6g/HGm2UtOVEeA/s1600-h/IMG_2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269977128911172450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4Rvcu82I/AAAAAAAAA6g/HGm2UtOVEeA/s320/IMG_2181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;False teething...note the drool spot on Jason's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4Q7XzocI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VVvS5yEgJVM/s1600-h/IMG_2169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269977114931864002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4Q7XzocI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VVvS5yEgJVM/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitting up (while supported)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269977939960548642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK5A81-TSI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/sLxlDBTN19U/s320/IMG_2222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Attempting to take pictures for the Christmas card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269977934466765186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK5AoYJ0YI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/HpPcTxv613Q/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We'll try one more time, but you might see this one on the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-4480588793832920985?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4480588793832920985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=4480588793832920985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/4480588793832920985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/4480588793832920985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-is-terrible.html' title='Two is Terrible!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SSK4_ToNLJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/slGB3JjXeWU/s72-c/IMG_2198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-6352754177379197226</id><published>2008-11-04T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:36:42.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keira's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; On Sunday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; was baptized into the Roman Catholic faith.  The ceremony includes baptism with water and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anointing&lt;/span&gt; with oils.  Her Aunt Tabitha and my good friend Angie are her godmothers.  She is a very loved and blessed little girl, and we are all blessed to have her with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264807809362095794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SRBazve67rI/AAAAAAAAA5I/1BveKyVrsSg/s320/IMG_2167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264807810349050178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SRBazzKOqUI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/TvE8o3xFoBc/s320/IMG_2143.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the priest making the sign of the cross on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264807817601425570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SRBa0OLVIKI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/EniIBewbtAU/s320/IMG_2146.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The water was cold and she didn't even cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264807820340059682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SRBa0YYRXiI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ma7WoLX0dQo/s320/IMG_2152.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Draped in her baptismal "gown"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264807823720744242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SRBa0k-ShTI/AAAAAAAAA5o/nv9QJ3QnuRo/s320/IMG_2153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The light of the candle symbolizes life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264808650884714306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SRBbkuZjD0I/AAAAAAAAA5w/9c8PlSi-3lo/s320/IMG_2160.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; with her Godmothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264808653527629938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SRBbk4PqwHI/AAAAAAAAA54/HDgdnqPxrn4/s320/IMG_2161.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Uncle Tim, Aunt Tab, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt;, Angie (and baby Marshall) and Marshall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264808657461499490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SRBblG5k1mI/AAAAAAAAA6A/9vkXEpxK_Mc/s320/IMG_2162+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Parents and Godparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264808665535300626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SRBblk-hRBI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lETmmTeGIPU/s320/IMG_2164.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; with her Godmothers and Great-Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264808673904951330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SRBbmEKAACI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/qzsOcOyg2u8/s320/IMG_2165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Family&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/8082723672930399996-6352754177379197226?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6352754177379197226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=6352754177379197226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/6352754177379197226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/6352754177379197226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/keiras-baptism.html' title='Keira&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SRBazve67rI/AAAAAAAAA5I/1BveKyVrsSg/s72-c/IMG_2167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-5774817415828816863</id><published>2008-11-01T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:40:31.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit from Uncle Tim and Aunt Tab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother and sister-in-law came up this weekend for Halloween and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keira's&lt;/span&gt; baptism. Julia has had a difficult time accepting these people into her home. She is "scared". And I guess we can understand since it's been almost a year since she'd seen them. But we are doing our best to get over the fear and enjoy our time together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand, has finally figured out that someone other than mommy or daddy can hold her and she will be fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263713321052845202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQx3YIzYtJI/AAAAAAAAA4g/3bqcSDwcl_c/s320/IMG_2132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;playing with the baby&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263713331236702370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQx3YuvaCKI/AAAAAAAAA4o/EmqMGDTWml0/s320/IMG_2133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julia avoiding her aunt and uncle&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263713331732925602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQx3YwltzKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/JWysheMHJ18/s320/IMG_2134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uncle Tim playing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263713342574076802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQx3ZY-co4I/AAAAAAAAA44/PI1N-Mll45E/s320/IMG_2137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uncle Tim holds the baby while Aunt Tab builds block towers for Julia to knock down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263713356533009346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQx3aM-hC8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/n5O8WYfCnhY/s320/IMG_2139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shiny, happy people holding hands!&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/8082723672930399996-5774817415828816863?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5774817415828816863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=5774817415828816863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/5774817415828816863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/5774817415828816863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/visit-from-uncle-tim-and-aunt-tab.html' title='A Visit from Uncle Tim and Aunt Tab'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQx3YIzYtJI/AAAAAAAAA4g/3bqcSDwcl_c/s72-c/IMG_2132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-9094901806305154632</id><published>2008-11-01T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:29:22.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween everyone!  Here are a few shots from our night of tricks and treats!  Julia dressed as Dora (of course) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; was a chicken/duck (chuck?).  You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263709323086658466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQxzvbN9-6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/1fB0VbV75ok/s320/IMG_2119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dora - back view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263709307892507330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQxzuinZosI/AAAAAAAAA3o/UUJpeUySuDM/s320/IMG_2118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dora - front view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263709329112021970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQxzvxqhu9I/AAAAAAAAA34/IgEBpOY0IGo/s320/IMG_2123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; as chuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263709335663434386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQxzwKEgWpI/AAAAAAAAA4A/4vdQMLI6F5A/s320/IMG_2122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aunt Tab with the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263709345717131394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQxzwvhfmII/AAAAAAAAA4I/kQqp-toT4d0/s320/IMG_2130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dora exploring the front steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263709841648012066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQx0NnAoSyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/sGtr1Tk3goA/s320/IMG_2128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dora giving out candy to the trick-or-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263709844938940818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQx0NzRP4ZI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Zx40qZhvOeA/s320/IMG_2131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Me, Jules and Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-9094901806305154632?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9094901806305154632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=9094901806305154632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/9094901806305154632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/9094901806305154632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQxzvbN9-6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/1fB0VbV75ok/s72-c/IMG_2119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-2223925367378020126</id><published>2008-10-26T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T07:33:02.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day to Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing too new or exciting in the Neal house this week. Just our regular old routine. Big things are coming though, what with Halloween and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keira's&lt;/span&gt; Baptism right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR2xfDhWGI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Hm_wUJRz8aE/s1600-h/IMG_2018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261460857197516898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR2xfDhWGI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Hm_wUJRz8aE/s320/IMG_2018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Indian summer afternoons playing in the yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR2wyhdlBI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6PL8uYokzUM/s1600-h/IMG_2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261460845243503634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR2wyhdlBI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6PL8uYokzUM/s320/IMG_2017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; enjoying the new patio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261459359522551682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR1aTx-94I/AAAAAAAAA2w/1Dql5gHeCkU/s320/IMG_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jason has said that he wants a boy to play sports or go fishing with. I say, when a kid is ready, willing, and able to get this dirty, gender doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR1bDrt-2I/AAAAAAAAA24/r7kvdG0OMNY/s1600-h/IMG_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261459372381174626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR1bDrt-2I/AAAAAAAAA24/r7kvdG0OMNY/s320/IMG_2016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That dirt is ground in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR1ZdMm1KI/AAAAAAAAA2o/21p2N8ZAyI0/s1600-h/IMG_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261459344870266018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR1ZdMm1KI/AAAAAAAAA2o/21p2N8ZAyI0/s320/IMG_2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Isn't she cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR1ZHbgyeI/AAAAAAAAA2g/DApx3fx2GJI/s1600-h/IMG_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261459339027204578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR1ZHbgyeI/AAAAAAAAA2g/DApx3fx2GJI/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Expert thumb sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR1YlNSE_I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Fy9Qml22pOg/s1600-h/IMG_2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261459329840714738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR1YlNSE_I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Fy9Qml22pOg/s320/IMG_2006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The girls playing together in the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261460869328006626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR2yMPp7eI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/VUSJO3HwtqA/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Julia has become a very good "little mommy". She imitates everything I do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; so rather than having her swipe a half full bottle, she got one of her own to feed her baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261460876310778978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR2ymQelGI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YvycinU8eO0/s320/IMG_2112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Apparently she has also been "feeding" the dogs by taking all of their food from the food bowls and putting it in the water bowl. What fun. Remember Gravy Train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261460882275399426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR2y8ejdwI/AAAAAAAAA3g/K_5d3Y2rEo0/s320/IMG_2114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The girls had their first bath together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; was not pleased!&lt;/span&gt;&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/8082723672930399996-2223925367378020126?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2223925367378020126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=2223925367378020126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/2223925367378020126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/2223925367378020126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-to-day.html' title='The Day to Day'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SQR2xfDhWGI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Hm_wUJRz8aE/s72-c/IMG_2018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-6581370648014342755</id><published>2008-10-20T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T06:47:40.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the pumpkin patch this weekend and had a great time.  Keira fell asleep when we got to Playland and stayed asleep until we were on our way home.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e5441314d6a597a4e513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Pumpkin Patch" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e5441314d6a597a4e513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-6581370648014342755?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6581370648014342755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=6581370648014342755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/6581370648014342755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/6581370648014342755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-3835027668640754079</id><published>2008-10-12T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:33:18.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is here! Hooray! The leaves are starting to change color and it was time to decorate the house. I managed to go out, get the stuff, and decorate all while Julia was napping. What a surprise when she got up! We went outside to draw with the sidewalk chalk and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;look-ey&lt;/span&gt; what she found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKuS78qg-I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/LCvQhE2EB-U/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256455355447804898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKuS78qg-I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/LCvQhE2EB-U/s320/IMG_1981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Getting a feel for the mums.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKuS9vfXsI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/BgJWRONQXtI/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256455355929419458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKuS9vfXsI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/BgJWRONQXtI/s320/IMG_1983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love this picture! It's classic Jules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256455357117099506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKuTCKp7fI/AAAAAAAAA1g/yuMo8qEoQqY/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We'll add pumpkins after next week's trip to the pumpkin patch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256455364393466258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKuTdReeZI/AAAAAAAAA1o/GYiEumaqdCw/s320/IMG_1986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; was very interesting in what Julia was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKuTjYe8AI/AAAAAAAAA1w/qqS3-nmtZv4/s1600-h/IMG_1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256455366033469442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKuTjYe8AI/AAAAAAAAA1w/qqS3-nmtZv4/s320/IMG_1988.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Julia showing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256456901392790210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKvs7Cq8sI/AAAAAAAAA14/Qy6U_7Rm0kk/s320/IMG_1991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Julia's sidewalk art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256456909733983794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKvtaHXdjI/AAAAAAAAA2A/krmK0k4ENuA/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mommy's sidewalk art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256456916134647474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKvtx9Z1rI/AAAAAAAAA2I/yhPBANnISk8/s320/IMG_2000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She was loving touching the flowers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256456922048829602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKvuH_dGKI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/cklMfxBleGA/s320/IMG_2004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Julia and her friend, Olivia, at Olivia's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-3835027668640754079?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3835027668640754079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=3835027668640754079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/3835027668640754079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/3835027668640754079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-fall.html' title='Welcome Fall!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKuS78qg-I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/LCvQhE2EB-U/s72-c/IMG_1981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-9088314319876142386</id><published>2008-10-12T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:04:55.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one is for Miss Jack at &lt;a href="http://www.spyroufamily.blogs.com/"&gt;Spyrou Chronicles&lt;/a&gt;.  Unfortunately, I don't know too many bloggers out there as I'm still exploring the wide world of blog.  Pretty much it's just you (Miss Jack), A., and T. Ross.  A. just did this last month too so I'll spare her and for some reason I have trouble commenting on Ben and Katie's place.  So I'll fill it out and make a request to all (any?) readers out there.  Feel free to add it to your blogs (and send me the links by the way).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:  Each player answers the question themselves. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment letting them know that they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person that tagged you know when you’ve answered the questions on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I was:&lt;br /&gt;1.      20  years old&lt;br /&gt;2.     In my junior year at Beaver College&lt;br /&gt;3.     Laughing (and crying) with my roommate, Angie, about how VERY loud our deaf neighbor's answering machine message was.&lt;br /&gt;4.    Driving around in my 1988 Ford Tempo, Betty.&lt;br /&gt;5.     Totally broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on today’s to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;1.       Laundry&lt;br /&gt;2.      Decorate for fall&lt;br /&gt;3.       Put clean sheets on the beds (I borrowed this one, but it's true)&lt;br /&gt;4.       Write a post for the blog   (This one too)&lt;br /&gt;5.       Go to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1.       Anything chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2.      yogurt covered raisins&lt;br /&gt;3.       apples, which I can't eat because I'm allergic so I settle for cider&lt;br /&gt;4.       graham crackers&lt;br /&gt;5.       grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a millionaire: (I’m changing this to be Billionaire)&lt;br /&gt;1.      pay off my student loans&lt;br /&gt;2.      pay off my mortgage&lt;br /&gt;3.      put more money in the kids 529 accts&lt;br /&gt;4.      buy a house in Aruba so we could go whenever we wanted!&lt;br /&gt;5.      take mom, bill, tim, &amp;amp; tab on a british isles cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1.       Easthampton, MA&lt;br /&gt;2.      Stevens, PA&lt;br /&gt;3.       West Windsor, NJ&lt;br /&gt;4.       Mercerville, NJ&lt;br /&gt;5.       Mt Royal, NJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I have had:&lt;br /&gt;1.        Being a mom&lt;br /&gt;2.        Purchasing clerk for a military export company&lt;br /&gt;3.        QC Chemist (did a little microbio too)&lt;br /&gt;4.        Receptionist&lt;br /&gt;5.        Cashier and Deli clerk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-9088314319876142386?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9088314319876142386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=9088314319876142386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/9088314319876142386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/9088314319876142386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-4145091631165997070</id><published>2008-10-12T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:48:57.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neal Goings-on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So I asked Jason to take the kids outside (play in the yard or go for a walk, whatever) so I could clean the family room without interruption.  About 30 minutes later I went outside and this is how I found Julia.  Her clothes were white when she went out there.  Nothing like leaving it to Daddy to double Mommy's workload!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256420289487948754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKOZ1EVy9I/AAAAAAAAA0o/WQ02AnYQ0VI/s320/IMG_1966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; got her first taste of bananas the other day.  Now I remember how much I hated teaching Julia to eat/chew.  She did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for her first time, but she definitely wasn't sold on the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKOaEsOLcI/AAAAAAAAA0w/v24ahMbOHY8/s1600-h/IMG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256420293681753538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKOaEsOLcI/AAAAAAAAA0w/v24ahMbOHY8/s320/IMG_1975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are some battles that just aren't worth fighting.  Shortly after getting Julia dressed today, she came upon a Dora bathing suit in the hand-me-downs from our neighbor.  She wanted to wear it...needed to wear it.  We weren't going anywhere so what the heck.  Here is the end result. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKOaexMjNI/AAAAAAAAA04/N3T1prM7VUk/s1600-h/IMG_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256420300681940178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKOaexMjNI/AAAAAAAAA04/N3T1prM7VUk/s320/IMG_1977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKOaT-4DHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/GP9OQVl4Dqc/s1600-h/IMG_1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256420297786526834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKOaT-4DHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/GP9OQVl4Dqc/s320/IMG_1976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Jules also managed to find her way into the storage area.  My mom and I recently bought some wrapping paper, bags and bows for the upcoming Christmas season.  Our goal is to stay ahead of the game.  Last year we had all of our gifts bought and wrapped before Thanksgiving.  Julia was in love with the bows.  Maybe she'll take after Mommy in that regard and become a Christmas nut in her own rite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKOaoflQEI/AAAAAAAAA1I/nfMPqh9Tqs8/s1600-h/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256420303292416066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKOaoflQEI/AAAAAAAAA1I/nfMPqh9Tqs8/s320/IMG_1978.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/8082723672930399996-4145091631165997070?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4145091631165997070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=4145091631165997070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/4145091631165997070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/4145091631165997070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/neal-goings-on.html' title='Neal Goings-on'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SPKOZ1EVy9I/AAAAAAAAA0o/WQ02AnYQ0VI/s72-c/IMG_1966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-8269170825948760818</id><published>2008-10-08T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:57:05.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SO04RxRL9AI/AAAAAAAAA0A/UYgniPSZxUo/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254918218145592322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SO04RxRL9AI/AAAAAAAAA0A/UYgniPSZxUo/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; is starting to really enjoy all the different things to look at on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exersaucer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254918226144744114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SO04SPEVUrI/AAAAAAAAA0I/8-2zM6tu800/s320/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Julia has become quite the little mommy herself.  She tells her baby "I love you" and gives her kisses all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254918225311368866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SO04SL9pBqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/BwgzVIbcFzw/s320/IMG_1952.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Not sure where this pose came from, but all I can think of is &lt;em&gt;Home Alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254918228874555538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SO04SZPK8JI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/GvWcW5ycjJs/s320/IMG_1954.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Julia was helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; play by pushing the buttons that turn on the music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254918233313737410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SO04SpxjesI/AAAAAAAAA0g/rJmJTYO6qV8/s320/IMG_1955.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Winky&lt;/span&gt; playing.&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/8082723672930399996-8269170825948760818?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8269170825948760818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=8269170825948760818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/8269170825948760818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/8269170825948760818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/playtime.html' title='Playtime'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SO04RxRL9AI/AAAAAAAAA0A/UYgniPSZxUo/s72-c/IMG_1945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-7715786534039338714</id><published>2008-10-06T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:05:26.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keira's 4 month checkup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SOqmfpo6jkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/PrSA6VyiqWI/s1600-h/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254194977964723778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SOqmfpo6jkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/PrSA6VyiqWI/s320/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; had her 4 month checkup last week and so far so good.  She is up to 15.2 lbs (90%) and 25.9 inches (95%) so she is an all around big kid for her age, but proportionately so.  We did find out that she has an ear infection in her left ear but it was asymptomatic so we had no way of knowing it was there.  It is most likely due to the fact that she has allergies and fluid was just sitting there in her head.  Yuck!  Anyway, she's now on antibiotics and allergy medicine in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;addition&lt;/span&gt; to her reflux medicine...none of which she takes very easily.  She also had her next round of vaccinations so she is 85% immune those diseases.  Next round is at 6 months and then she will be 98% immune and we can get her ears pierced!  Julia went along as well but only needed a flu shot.  She did surprisingly well.  She didn't even cry.  Wow.  My babies are growing up too fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-7715786534039338714?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7715786534039338714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=7715786534039338714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/7715786534039338714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/7715786534039338714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/keiras-4-month-checkup.html' title='Keira&apos;s 4 month checkup'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SOqmfpo6jkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/PrSA6VyiqWI/s72-c/IMG_1943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-3479038151606705945</id><published>2008-10-01T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:43:22.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Shoes to Fill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did a terrible, but in my world necessary, Mommy thing today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep in her swing and so I put on Dora for Julia. I can see the family room from the kitchen so it freed up 24 minutes for me to clean the kitchen and keep an eye on her. Half way through I went down to check on her. I found her like this. She had taken off one sock and one shoe and stuck both of her feet into my sneakers. Even the foot that still had her shoe on was jammed in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252257461395923954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SOPEVV9mI_I/AAAAAAAAAzo/p-v7I17YK_c/s320/IMG_1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252257461347238466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SOPEVVx_QkI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Ti6Rsi_QUwM/s320/IMG_1936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She paraded around this way for about 5 minutes and then took one of my sneakers off.  The other one was stuck (the one with the jammed in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; sneaker of course) so she called out for "help, Ba!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-3479038151606705945?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3479038151606705945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=3479038151606705945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/3479038151606705945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/3479038151606705945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-shoes-to-fill.html' title='Big Shoes to Fill'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SOPEVV9mI_I/AAAAAAAAAzo/p-v7I17YK_c/s72-c/IMG_1937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-7380375080271645264</id><published>2008-09-30T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:03:20.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How Quickly They Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I got the girls loaded into the stroller this afternoon, I stood in awe. It's not that this is an unusual event, we take an evening walk around the neighborhood several times a week. It was just that I had the opportunity to look at my kids from a different perspective. It was like a third party looking in. I simply cannot believe how much they've grown. It shocks me still that I have two kids. Not two babies...Julia isn't really a baby anymore. She's definitely graduated to kid. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; is still a baby but at this rate, not for long. Where is this time going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251951348546602578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SOKt7OvBBlI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lBQVcSBmzGo/s320/IMG_1935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So tell me how to stop the years from racing.  Is there a secret someone knows?  I'll never catch all the memories I'm chasing.  I'll never be ready to let go." -Lyrics from Angel's Lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-7380375080271645264?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7380375080271645264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=7380375080271645264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/7380375080271645264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/7380375080271645264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-how-quickly-they-grow.html' title='Oh How Quickly They Grow'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SOKt7OvBBlI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lBQVcSBmzGo/s72-c/IMG_1935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-3066371015315457539</id><published>2008-09-24T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:25:07.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I think I'm losing it...I've gone mad. Here is a glimpse into my yesterday. The kids are cranky. Julia is cutting 4 teeth at once and has turned into my shadow. I swear she would crawl back inside my body if there was a way. And she's whining...a lot! I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; has a bug or has begun early teething much like Julia did. So I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; in her swing and Julia playing in the family room. Run to kitchen to make bottle...come down to find that Jules has climbed onto the coffee table and is sitting dead center watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. Time out. Lots of cranky coming my way. Now trying to feed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; who is hungry but wont eat. Julia goes to kitchen. Call three times, then go on the hunt. I find her in the back yard...thank God for the fence. Must find a way to get the screen door fixed so we can lock that exit. Time out. Lots of cranky coming my way. Nap time...yippee! Whoops, not for long. Here comes the trash truck. Wakes kids. Dammit! Lots of cranky coming my way. Downstairs for lunch. Change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; and turn around to find that Jules has gone into the kitchen, climbed onto the table, collected all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;placemats&lt;/span&gt; into a pile, sat on pile and started eating her snack.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249712935239735410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNq6GbW82HI/AAAAAAAAAzY/es5TB0tduPs/s320/IMG_1931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time out.  Lots of cranky coming my way.  Time to attempt feeding Keir again.  Jules escapes to kitchen and 30 seconds later...choking/coughing sounds.  Whirl around worried and find Julia holding bottle of dish soap.  Dammit!  Read label for poison control info and mentally kick self for forgetting to put soap away.  Luckily only need to drink water to dilute soap.  Skip ahead a couple hours...after Daddy got home, I took 45 minutes to get control of my mind again.  Come downstairs and start unloading dishwasher.  Man, it stinks down here.  Jason takes Keir up for a diaper change...thank God.  Need to call mom, looking for phone in family room where Julia is sitting on the couch watching Dora.  She tells me "Ba, poop."  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; so that's why it still stinks.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, Julia, let's go change your pants.  Help her to get up, and that's when I see the puddle of poop on my couch.  Oh man, what a day!  Warn Jason about couch...ask for help getting that cleaned up...and rush Julia to bathtub.  Pray for no more explosions.  Stupid Mommy, stupid soap! Feed dinner to Julia and get her off to bed.  Keira, too.  Nope, she's up again.  Try another feeding with very little success.  Order take out.  Veg in front of tv.  Put Keira to bed.  This time it works.  Sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-3066371015315457539?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3066371015315457539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=3066371015315457539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/3066371015315457539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/3066371015315457539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/gone-mad.html' title='Gone Mad'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNq6GbW82HI/AAAAAAAAAzY/es5TB0tduPs/s72-c/IMG_1931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-6683919920893130158</id><published>2008-09-20T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:39:45.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personali-tude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a thought the other day about how special the little things are in life. Not to say that the big milestones are any less great, but sometimes it's the small moments that make me look at my children in amazement and with such maternal love. For instance, the other day Julia was eating Mac &amp;amp; Cheese for lunch. More than half of it was landing on her bib and not in her mouth. The look in her eyes when she noticed the noodles there and the way she smiled when she picked them up and ate them just made my day.It was like she'd found a lost treasure. Sappy Mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I was talking with some friends of mine about kids and their personalities. I can't speak first hand in regard to little boys, but some of my friends have at least one of each and we are in agreement that little girls have WAY more '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tude&lt;/span&gt;! What is with that? I swear there are times when Julia gives me looks that should be coming from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-menstrual teenager. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that being said...look at the imagination and acting ability on this kid. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWWCCQdYBI/AAAAAAAAAyI/sEAJ7FPPQEM/s1600-h/IMG_1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248265902479990802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWWCCQdYBI/AAAAAAAAAyI/sEAJ7FPPQEM/s320/IMG_1875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"A hat"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWWCVr-yyI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/7DcEK2OIgMU/s1600-h/IMG_1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248265907695700770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWWCVr-yyI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/7DcEK2OIgMU/s320/IMG_1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maybe a house for her and the baby?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWWCiodEiI/AAAAAAAAAyY/wVPgGbiJjr0/s1600-h/IMG_1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248265911170568738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWWCiodEiI/AAAAAAAAAyY/wVPgGbiJjr0/s320/IMG_1881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go Buckeyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWWDCo5YeI/AAAAAAAAAyg/o3Ku-uLIsFo/s1600-h/IMG_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248265919762358754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWWDCo5YeI/AAAAAAAAAyg/o3Ku-uLIsFo/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My flower child&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In order to get ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keira's&lt;/span&gt; baptism, we had to try on the gown. It's the same one I wore, my brother wore, Julia wore....it's too small for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt;. I can't snap the top closed and we are still several weeks away from the baptism. However, she is quite a bit older than we all were at the age when we were baptized...even Julia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWWDaHHZUI/AAAAAAAAAyo/0EYg04qfrnc/s1600-h/bap+invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248268523203448674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWYalNnz2I/AAAAAAAAAyw/mM1DP8OBC3c/s320/IMG_1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...and since we were checking out sizes to make sure things fit...here is a sneak peek of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Keira's&lt;/span&gt; Halloween costume. I'm not too sure if it's a chick or a duck...so I'm calling it "chuck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248268531103012018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWYbCpBlLI/AAAAAAAAAy4/EN9KusRWPjA/s320/IMG_1910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248268538622358066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWYbepxsjI/AAAAAAAAAzA/7b-DMSLmIjw/s320/IMG_1911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Julia looks at me and says "Ba, that baby is a duck"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248268541880184322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWYbqygLgI/AAAAAAAAAzI/xrEreD3iGo0/s320/IMG_1914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just can't take any more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248268551548059842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWYcOzgQMI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/_ufmKlC32ZI/s320/IMG_1915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Can we talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-6683919920893130158?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6683919920893130158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=6683919920893130158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/6683919920893130158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/6683919920893130158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/personali-tude.html' title='Personali-tude'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SNWWCCQdYBI/AAAAAAAAAyI/sEAJ7FPPQEM/s72-c/IMG_1875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082723672930399996.post-9065011104752072109</id><published>2008-09-08T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:37:56.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Government!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SMVfbhOFITI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Yljxm76wFzY/s1600-h/ssonlineredusa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243702267521343794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SMVfbhOFITI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Yljxm76wFzY/s320/ssonlineredusa3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WARNING - VENTING AHEAD!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so let me start at the beginning.  Back on May 31st, as I was in labor and filling out forms between contractions, I checked a little box marked yes right next to this question:  Would you like to apply for a social security number for your child.  Easy, right?  WRONG!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so the paperwork they send you home with says it could take 13-14 weeks to receive your card in the mail, but everyone knows that's BS and it usually takes about a month.  So about 6 weeks later I had to go back to the hospital for several reasons and decided to stop by birth records to see why we hadn't gotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keira's&lt;/span&gt; card.  The woman gives me the whole 13-14 weeks thing but then sees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt;, who is clearly over 1 month old.  After confirming her age, she decides to call her contact at the state to see what is going on.  The woman there tells her that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, that's weird.  Normally we make a notation when we send out the information to SSA but there isn't any note here.  I guess we didn't do it."  Nice!  So the birth records lady tells me that I have to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keira's&lt;/span&gt; birth certificate and go apply on my own.  Yippee!  So I go home and order her birth certificate and $50 and 1 week later, it comes in the mail.  So I go online and print out the forms and gather up all my ID and her birth certificate and off we go to the SS office.  So we get there, get a number and wait.  And of course, they call the number after us first and then say that our number didn't show in the system.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hunh&lt;/span&gt;!  So they take us in and look at the application and check my ID and then ask for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Keira's&lt;/span&gt; ID.  I gave them her birth certificate and the woman says "no, this is her birth certificate.  where's her identification?"  What?!  I explained the whole deal to her and she says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but she still needs ID.  I was like...she's 8 weeks old for heaven's sake.  She didn't think it was very funny when I asked her if she'd like to see her driver's license.  I mean, isn't her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SSN&lt;/span&gt; going to be her ID.  Now I need ID to get her ID?  So I ended up having to get a letter from her doctor with her name and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;birth date&lt;/span&gt; and the fact that she is a current patient, blah, blah, blah.  So then, I go back again.  I have everything I need, but this time they say that because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; is under 1 year old, they have to verify her birth with the state.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so then why did I need to pay $50 for a rush certified copy of her birth certificate with the raised seal and all???  Anyway, they give me a letter stating that I've filed the application and a reference number.  It should take about 2 weeks, but could take up to 4.  So 4 weeks comes and goes.  Now I start calling but can't get through.  And when I finally do, I spend 25 minutes on hold before giving up.  I try again today....same deal, except now I've been on hold for 82 minutes!  I tried the regular 1-800 number...the federal one...and they can't help me because she doesn't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SSN&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!  Oh my god!  I'm gonna flip.  I asked the guy if I could file a complaint that the field office isn't answering their phones and he says yes...all you have to do is either drive or write to the field office and file the complaint there.  It's a good thing they put a big sign on the door saying that you aren't allowed to bring firearms into the building or else I just might.  Darn rules.  So look out Mr. Arthur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Weathersby&lt;/span&gt;, Field Office Manager.  I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;'...and it ain't gonna be pretty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8082723672930399996-9065011104752072109?l=njnealfamily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9065011104752072109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8082723672930399996&amp;postID=9065011104752072109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/9065011104752072109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8082723672930399996/posts/default/9065011104752072109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://njnealfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/stupid-government.html' title='Stupid Government!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471015503535447272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12160133937972462078'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-99rRSu_9w/SMVfbhOFITI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Yljxm76wFzY/s72-c/ssonlineredusa3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>