<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255</id><updated>2011-08-14T10:13:43.293-07:00</updated><category term='personal'/><category term='hair'/><category term='Teagan'/><title type='text'>That's the world one day I want to live in.</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a wife, a mom, and a hairstylist... Life couldn't get any better</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-6594752159939467919</id><published>2010-10-26T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:46:06.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never!</title><content type='html'>Here is our Haddie yes Haddie we came up with a name! I always thought it was so dumb to say that " I have to see the baby before I can name it" well here I am saying when I saw her I was like it's Haddie.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TMdnHDxF51I/AAAAAAAAAZU/vWCHNjeNgjY/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TMdnHDxF51I/AAAAAAAAAZU/vWCHNjeNgjY/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532504038215903058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is all of 6 lbs 14 oz and 19 inches long, born September 25 at 6:53 am. Sorry nurses right at shift change. Sweet little Haddie was so excited to come into this world seeing that she&lt;div&gt; was 2 weeks and 2 days early. After laboring for about 6 hours on half an epidural meaning it only worked half the time, and 3 pushes Haddie was here. I guess I could say that I'd been having contractions for about a week but we'll just count the time that I was in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TMdnGikqZmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4vbz1W2smPs/s1600/IMG_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TMdnGikqZmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4vbz1W2smPs/s320/IMG_0460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532504029305398882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is so fun and Teagan is such a cute "big Ister now". When Teagan first saw her she said " Hi Haddie I Teagan, your big Ister" It was too precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TMdnGIdc78I/AAAAAAAAAZE/PD6pSCgv29o/s1600/IMG_1293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TMdnGIdc78I/AAAAAAAAAZE/PD6pSCgv29o/s320/IMG_1293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532504022295834562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 weeks old what to do? Oh yes get some pictures taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TMdnF0E3NKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/VFHmBfz7SmY/s1600/IMG_1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TMdnF0E3NKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/VFHmBfz7SmY/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532504016823989410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TMdnElFAx8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/kr3FUeM0HRY/s1600/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TMdnElFAx8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/kr3FUeM0HRY/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532503995618215874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my sisters more than the world and I'm so so so happy that Teagan and Haddie will have each other for ever and ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-6594752159939467919?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/6594752159939467919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=6594752159939467919' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/6594752159939467919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/6594752159939467919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2010/10/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TMdnHDxF51I/AAAAAAAAAZU/vWCHNjeNgjY/s72-c/IMG_0455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-6463118712865781242</id><published>2010-07-31T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:38:32.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>EVERYTHING and that's why we are not going to ever come up with one. This topic is such an issue that it got me out of my blogging slump. That means it's a big deal. So basically I have names that I like and Devin has names that he likes and there isn't much common ground. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want there to be that ONE magical name that I say and Devin looks at me with a huge smile on his face maybe a little tear in his eye and nod yes, YES that's it. You did it you said the winning name that will perfectly pair with our sweet little girl. I bring up that I want to mention it only because the tiny bit of common ground is me saying I think I like that name. Meaning the name Devin throws out, because he likes none of my names, and it kind of bugs... I'm hormonal and not sleeping well I have the right to be bugged? Yes! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that name out there I don't know so I guess stay tuned to see what happens with this name debacle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So help me my Baby Girl Chipman #2. To solemnly swear that you will have a name by the time we leave the hospital. You will not be baby girl on your birth certificate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-6463118712865781242?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/6463118712865781242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=6463118712865781242' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/6463118712865781242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/6463118712865781242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-4623576331018279681</id><published>2010-06-03T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:22:42.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life has been so busy and here I am gestating without telling my blog the gender of our baby. Baby number two is another GIRL! So I just had to post pictures of her silly older sister because I'm so curious/excited to see what another devily girl will look like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TAiJzbXqPCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Bdsysbww5_Q/s320/DSCN0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478780463309536290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's Teagan big blue eyes, blonde hair, underbite, itsy bitsy, and of course full of life and vigor. Will all our kids kind of resemble our little Teags?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; From the time we were engaged we were constantly told that we look like brother and sister. So does that equate the same child mold? I guess we will see around October 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TAiJ0rWTjUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/EiPmBDKTusM/s1600/DSCN0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TAiJ0rWTjUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/EiPmBDKTusM/s320/DSCN0205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478780484778691906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Truthfully I don't think we look anything alike I mean just look at my nose it's clearly smaller than Devin's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TAiJ0MAAcKI/AAAAAAAAAYc/F0l3KQQ7S80/s1600/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TAiJ0MAAcKI/AAAAAAAAAYc/F0l3KQQ7S80/s320/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478780476363665570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TAiJzbXqPCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Bdsysbww5_Q/s1600/DSCN0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-4623576331018279681?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4623576331018279681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=4623576331018279681' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/4623576331018279681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/4623576331018279681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/TAiJzbXqPCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Bdsysbww5_Q/s72-c/DSCN0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-5945012421969327453</id><published>2010-05-27T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:54:55.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veni, vidi, vici</title><content type='html'>Here is our trip!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prague&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first c0 co type clock. The King that commissioned it cut the clock makers eyes out after he was finished so that he couldn't make another one. Crazy hun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_88PWuyGJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/NPBe4Afi2GI/s1600/DSCN0393.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_88PWuyGJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/NPBe4Afi2GI/s320/DSCN0393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476161906403317906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_88OBHcEXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Em35jbC_ebk/s1600/DSCN0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_88OBHcEXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Em35jbC_ebk/s320/DSCN0360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476161883421282674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the outside of a cathedral inside the prague castle. Gothic style cathedrals are my favorite. I will enjoy them even in the pouring rain which is what the weather was in Prague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_88NkQ7EiI/AAAAAAAAAX0/-ZcOepbRiLE/s1600/DSCN0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_88NkQ7EiI/AAAAAAAAAX0/-ZcOepbRiLE/s320/DSCN0334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476161875676434978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Devin jumping on the St. Charles Bridge. Every time we walked across it, the rain would start.  So we just needed to quit walking across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few other highlights from Prague. Going to a Salvador Dali exhibit, seeing an amazing chamber concert featuring the fine local composers, Mozart, Devotchka, Strauss I was in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LINZ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was kind of a bust but we had an awesome hotel and by the time  we got there we were so tired that we didn't care to spend a day sleeping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is inside a Cathedral in Linz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_88NBtC45I/AAAAAAAAAXs/OqUH93hcvfw/s1600/DSCN0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_88NBtC45I/AAAAAAAAAXs/OqUH93hcvfw/s320/DSCN0307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476161866399146898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devin trying to escape the castle that was more a museum than castle but the remaining walls were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_86qaBWo7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ri0ech0OnSo/s1600/DSCN0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_86qaBWo7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ri0ech0OnSo/s320/DSCN0288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476160172119729074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This art exhibit was in the ARS electronica center. A cool mix of art and electronics. This is their interpretations of Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_86py88XzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Nf4E28gX8Ww/s1600/DSCN0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_86py88XzI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Nf4E28gX8Ww/s320/DSCN0246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476160161632247602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salzburg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the view of the castle and town from the famous Mirabell Gardens you might know it from the do re mi song in the Sound of Music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_86phdznGI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3oYPLFZwLcI/s1600/DSCN0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_86phdznGI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3oYPLFZwLcI/s320/DSCN0224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476160156938247266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view of the castle as we hiked to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_86o6e10TI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wwQnUV4keqE/s1600/DSCN0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_86o6e10TI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wwQnUV4keqE/s320/DSCN0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476160146473603378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside a cathedral that had the most beautiful frescos. The ceiling looked so celestial. I guess that's the point right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_86oV9roBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/OUnBshAoriE/s1600/DSCN0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_86oV9roBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/OUnBshAoriE/s320/DSCN0184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476160136670846994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just another cathedral this one was in session so we couldn't go in but we enjoyed the view from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_84tQXfYWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tkjOjLujf6A/s1600/DSCN0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_84tQXfYWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tkjOjLujf6A/s320/DSCN0173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476158022044574050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dream of Salzburg was walking into town and there being a festival and everyone eating and dancing. Well it came true May day was upon us thankfully causing the town to shut down and the festivities to be in full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_84s80NFaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hgeCWsdGxeM/s1600/DSCN0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_84s80NFaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hgeCWsdGxeM/s320/DSCN0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476158016796300706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are walking across the bridge not even knowing that my dreams were about to be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_84sC6B8NI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ulnbdRpcawE/s1600/DSCN0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_84sC6B8NI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ulnbdRpcawE/s320/DSCN0154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476158001251479762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salzburg also held amazing country side here I am at the bank of the lake in St. Gilgon. I was ready to jump in the water it was clear and beautiful, Devin was having to hold me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_84r-lhCDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/kfJz9WY27T8/s1600/DSCN0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_84r-lhCDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/kfJz9WY27T8/s320/DSCN0136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476158000091695154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cutest grave yard just outside their church. They know how to do it over there. They make the graves so that you can actually plant flowers, really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_84rBGCMmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/km__MW4kfM8/s1600/DSCN0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_84rBGCMmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/km__MW4kfM8/s320/DSCN0086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476157983585088098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view from the top of the Alps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_81P31kO9I/AAAAAAAAAWU/sM79-PWzNOY/s1600/DSCN0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_81P31kO9I/AAAAAAAAAWU/sM79-PWzNOY/s320/DSCN0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476154218708745170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The quaint buildings in St. Gilgon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_81PtOTRNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/T67JUG2X22A/s1600/DSCN0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_81PtOTRNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/T67JUG2X22A/s320/DSCN0089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476154215859700946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vienna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I'm lame these pics are backwards. We started our trip in Vienna but it doesn't really matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jet lag is all I can say. We landed in Vienna Thursday afternoon after leaving Salt Lake Wednesday morning so you can imagine the droopy eyes we had. We were waiting for dinner and Devin just couldn't keep his eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_81O43VxcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/S84lRt_v-pY/s1600/DSCN0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_81O43VxcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/S84lRt_v-pY/s320/DSCN0064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476154201804752322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love all the fountains they have over there and how me and Devin's hair looks the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_81OWi66DI/AAAAAAAAAV8/a32y4bYrALA/s1600/DSCN0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_81OWi66DI/AAAAAAAAAV8/a32y4bYrALA/s320/DSCN0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476154192592300082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. Stephens Cathedral in Vienna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_81Nu3BIII/AAAAAAAAAV0/SDprROP3q8E/s1600/DSCN0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_81Nu3BIII/AAAAAAAAAV0/SDprROP3q8E/s320/DSCN0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476154181939175554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in All LOVED Europe. The cobble stone streets, old buildings, history, and opening your eyes to the world. BUT I missed Teags who did so well while we were gone, Ice, still don't get how they can handle everything luke warm. The jet lag's crazy but worth it to see incredible places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-5945012421969327453?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5945012421969327453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=5945012421969327453' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/5945012421969327453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/5945012421969327453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2010/05/veni-vidi-vici.html' title='Veni, vidi, vici'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S_88PWuyGJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/NPBe4Afi2GI/s72-c/DSCN0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-6810567265145717913</id><published>2010-03-25T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:39:14.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, verdana, arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(94, 94, 94); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.redriderleglamps.com/images/products/leg_lamp_standard_45_in_lg.jpg" alt="45" full="" size="" leg="" lamp="" from="" a="" christmas="" width="96" height="250" border="0" onclick="Spry.Effect.GrowShrink(this, {duration:700, from:'100%', to:'125%', toggle:true, growCenter:false})" id="extraImage" style="position: relative; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: large; "&gt;It's a Major Award!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well maybe not an awesomely provocative leg lamp but Devin did receive a major reward. In the form a trip anywhere in the world. Daunting right well we narrowed it down and we are going to Austria/Czech Republic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How did he get this reward you ask. Devin was nominated for employee of the year at Clear Link Technologies and after pleading his case, in which he divulged his dream of owning a chocolate factory. Where else do you research for that but in Austria. So it came down that they love Devin and he is the WINNER! I know he's awesome but It's cool to see those who also think he's awesome especially when they sign the pay check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now we are heading to the land where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Hills Are Alive With the Sound of Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and I will be taking that tour even if Devin refuses I will go by myself and be SINGING my heart out the WHOLE time! We will also eat our weight in chocolate, cheese, schnitzel, and any baked goods that's at arms length. While taking in the incredible culture, architecture, art, weird euro cars, lush green mountains that never end, and so so so much more I just can't even wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;***Minus the whole 10 days without Teagan I know she'll be fine I know it's good to have these experiences , but my heart still isn't ready to imagine being gone for so long. Just writing this I'm literally chocking up. So I will not think about that I will only be thinking about SCHNITZEL and the cutest pair of mother daughter lederhosen that I will be brining back for me and Teags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial;color:#5E5E5E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5713915805490905255-6810567265145717913?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/6810567265145717913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=6810567265145717913' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/6810567265145717913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/6810567265145717913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2010/03/austria.html' title='Austria'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-5199261746884261394</id><published>2010-02-24T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:48:31.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>It's not that I don't love my blog and mean to neglect it. I've just been filling my days with other things, not cooler things just stuff. Well here they are...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off Teagan sweet 20 monther love that she is growing up, but she thinks she is already grown up. Basically this picture says it all she doesn't like to get dressed and the only shoes she likes to wear are her rain boots because she can put them on herself. Really a cute process, and don't you love kids that have shoes on the wrong feet. I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V7QsdZGGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/onuN_UOVe1w/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V7QsdZGGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/onuN_UOVe1w/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441891251489675362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next I grew up in an artistic home my mom is an amazing artist, crafter,all the above, and I was an art major in my two years I was in college. So gratefully now that I'm home all day and have time to explore my artistic desires I'm so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some flowers that I made for my mom's Young Women's center piece I love how they turned out! I'm also dabbling in sewing, in which Teagan has a new skirt that I still need to work out kinks, and I have plans for a new messenger style bag for my self. We will see how that turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V7QBB0yhI/AAAAAAAAAVk/kl1BhrttKUI/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V7QBB0yhI/AAAAAAAAAVk/kl1BhrttKUI/s320/IMG_0324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441891239831325202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V7PUmV1qI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qAMxd0VtMjg/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V7PUmV1qI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qAMxd0VtMjg/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441891227904890530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do still try to have some fun with Teags. So why not play in the snow because it will be gone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V60tOr8cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/oQh_4j-gU0E/s1600-h/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V60tOr8cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/oQh_4j-gU0E/s320/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441890770660094402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we will take a walk. Teagan's baby really needed to get out of the house. Again how grown up is Teagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V60TEGReI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LuBUI5EWe68/s1600-h/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V60TEGReI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LuBUI5EWe68/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441890763636360674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly my winter seasonal depression has caused a mass painting epidemic in our house. I painted the cabinets, the kitchen a lovely butter yellow, dining room green, and the living room a grayish blue! I may live in a crayon box but I love color and have small rooms so if I want to change the color not a big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V6znsUYZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oY_YmTLcR8w/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V6znsUYZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oY_YmTLcR8w/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441890751993897362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With small rooms comes even smaller closets so I've tried to get organized in way too many ways to document. BUT this just makes me sick so I show to share my pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the after picture of our shoe disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V6y13tkEI/AAAAAAAAAU8/fFCSvlspJO0/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V6y13tkEI/AAAAAAAAAU8/fFCSvlspJO0/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441890738619912258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love shoes and that's okay when your the only one, but I married a shoe-aholic so in turn this is what happens. With this pile I could only get rid on ONE pair so for now we will just keep shoving them into our small closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V6ySGh-kI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PLpdp2aLgjI/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V6ySGh-kI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PLpdp2aLgjI/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441890729018391106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and mog podge ever tried it? Well you should so easy and fun! I did a frame, vase, and a box to hold ribbon so many options and Teags love to "help". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End.&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/5713915805490905255-5199261746884261394?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5199261746884261394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=5199261746884261394' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/5199261746884261394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/5199261746884261394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/S4V7QsdZGGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/onuN_UOVe1w/s72-c/IMG_0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-4407165226472213656</id><published>2009-11-23T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:25:24.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle numero 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Seattle has our hearts! I love Seattle, and I love that we have some great friends that keep us going up there at least twice a year. Here is another trip and yes that's a Buffalo and his extremely long tongue.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtyaXhZojI/AAAAAAAAAUk/K_znAZ9MJn0/s1600/IMG_1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtyaXhZojI/AAAAAAAAAUk/K_znAZ9MJn0/s320/IMG_1045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407541574904685106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the pictures are in the wrong order so just bare with me. This is the Olympic Game Farm you drive in, bring whole wheat bread (FDA) to feed to the wandering animals, and enjoy your experience.... You'll see the experience if you can make it through the pics. Have I enticed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtyZ3XDbpI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lZlQw7G-UU8/s1600/IMG_0937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtyZ3XDbpI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lZlQw7G-UU8/s320/IMG_0937.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407541566271352466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They train the Bear to clap, wave, stand up. So Teagan would hang out the window in the rain and clap clap clap to get the bears to mimic, and they did. SO cute, just wanted a big bear hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtyZj2PDiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mHtk7AQsIV4/s1600/IMG_0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtyZj2PDiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mHtk7AQsIV4/s320/IMG_0919.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407541561033428514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute Zebras well maybe not when there is constant fear that they will bite you and they are up in your face. Again get to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtyZe_8Q5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/_ncVYBJH9tM/s1600/IMG_0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtyZe_8Q5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/_ncVYBJH9tM/s320/IMG_0824.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407541559731962770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way to the animals, we wanted a small burger joint quaint yummy great environment for road trips. Well we found it? We found burgers all right and they weren't bad, quaint interesting environment yes. So know think of the smell of the D.I. times 13942384 with grease on top of that. Then eat in that smell, and you have FAT SMITTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtyZJhjYPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Vp-A-6a3GDo/s1600/IMG_0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtyZJhjYPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Vp-A-6a3GDo/s320/IMG_0806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407541553967358194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I forget to mention the place was literally covered ground to ceiling and wall to wall in christmas decoration. SMITTY loves Christmas. So the waitress tells us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtxQ8-RuJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AVW1MmoZ0NE/s1600/IMG_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtxQ8-RuJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AVW1MmoZ0NE/s320/IMG_0798.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407540313647593618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teagan didn't know what to think of this place so she just held onto her fork and knife in case the 1981 decorations came to life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    If the Christmas decor wasn't enough clutter, the thing to do there is pin dollar bills up with pictures, business cards, your soul, and write cute little messages for all to see. So underneath everything is 20 years of dollar bills. You do the math apparently it's impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtxQrWEVyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wK9Wj8yLd_A/s1600/IMG_0755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtxQrWEVyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wK9Wj8yLd_A/s320/IMG_0755.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407540308915541794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot to mention our fun trip had a great addition Jamie, Jamison, and cute Chase. This is us on the ferry on route!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtxQD0voFI/AAAAAAAAATs/BnVocuv2vI4/s1600/IMG_0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtxQD0voFI/AAAAAAAAATs/BnVocuv2vI4/s320/IMG_0739.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407540298306789458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blurred face Teagan and Chase enjoying Pikes Market Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtxP1oR3wI/AAAAAAAAATk/sMHJyQ6jJ5c/s1600/IMG_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtxP1oR3wI/AAAAAAAAATk/sMHJyQ6jJ5c/s320/IMG_0731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407540294496411394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Champagne Mangos ummm more please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtxPS5Yg9I/AAAAAAAAATc/v4NQTLcmWJk/s1600/IMG_0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtxPS5Yg9I/AAAAAAAAATc/v4NQTLcmWJk/s320/IMG_0748.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407540285172909010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moment you've been waiting for. The main narration is Aimee she was the filming. Basically the adults were loving it and Teagan and Chase were a little terrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Lastly, I hope you all notice my cute new banner. Aimee so happily did it for me and now I feel like I can be a real blogger! Scott I can thank for always being our trip photographer. All these pictures were taken by him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIdFWKUHHKg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIdFWKUHHKg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-4407165226472213656?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4407165226472213656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=4407165226472213656' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/4407165226472213656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/4407165226472213656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Seattle numero 5'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SwtyaXhZojI/AAAAAAAAAUk/K_znAZ9MJn0/s72-c/IMG_1045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-4984399502964985118</id><published>2009-11-09T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:08:56.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Thanks To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've HAD IT (insert scream) with what you wonder. Well just look at these pictures. I call it the Teagan Tornado. No I haven't had enough of her per say, just her whirl winds. (More screams if you want because I am inside, can't wake the Tornado.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SvinJQlWt9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/TSpUH7zL7CA/s1600-h/DSCN1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SvinJQlWt9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/TSpUH7zL7CA/s320/DSCN1366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402251530543216594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SvinJOBHmQI/AAAAAAAAASs/GnlYg3bqBq4/s1600-h/DSCN1367.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SvinJOBHmQI/AAAAAAAAASs/GnlYg3bqBq4/s320/DSCN1367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402251529854359810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it's finally time for the child locks to be put on. I know I should have done this months ago, but isn't that how life goes. I started this process last Friday and quickly realized that I needed Devin's help so process delayed. Saturday all I requested was that we get these *#$&amp;amp;#* locks on. Devin tries and realizes my frustration with the rock hard cabinets, tiny screw not going in, our fingers to big, and basically lack of super hero powers. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does Devin do, well what he does best. He researches online to find adhesive locks that require zero screws. Then sees that Khols sells that brand so he is on his way. Well Khols does not sell them. Baby's R Us sure they have everything... No. Saturday down. I knew I just needed to get the drill bits from my parents but do I do that first, come on would I be here if I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday afternoon going to see my mom main mission DRILL BITS do I get them no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday dinner at Mom's do I remember the DRILL BITS NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday drill bits all I want to do. Can't get them before the morning nap okay it will have to happen after. Success finally on the right track. Driving home beautiful weather and a magical thought pops into my head. GLEE yes I will purchase the sound track for my project of child proofing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get home purchase the most fantastic sing along sound track really of my life! I'm singing Teagans dancing and it's time. Get down start drill and nothing not even the drill bits that were supposed to save my life were working. The frustration boils but I just keep singing trying to stay positive. Try everything and eventually get them to what I think is pretty good not great but will do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move on and what has to happen Teagan walks over and with in two seconds opens the cupboard. Yes the CUPBOARD that I had just spend an hour trying to close she OPENS ahhhhhhhhhhhh. No one told me that along with everything else motherhood calls for that being a handy man was one of them. All I could do was laugh and fight the looming tears that were forming in my ducts. When what song comes on "Keep Holding On" Thank you glee I will and I will try to get this done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I tried and failed but at least I had some wonderful sing a longs that kind of helped. I except defeat empty out the cupboards put the stuff in random places, put Teagan down for a nap, and watch TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad and Aisha come over to say hi tonight and I lament to them about my failure and Brad walks over little screw here little drill there and 5 minutes later they are fixed perfectly secure and all is well cabinets done. REALLY REALLY whatever I never said I was a handyman. At least I got glee out of it. Thanks for putting out this sound track now I can keep holding on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-4984399502964985118?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4984399502964985118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=4984399502964985118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/4984399502964985118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/4984399502964985118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/11/special-thanks-too.html' title='A Special Thanks To...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SvinJQlWt9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/TSpUH7zL7CA/s72-c/DSCN1366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-3366655962223227457</id><published>2009-10-18T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:50:51.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teagan Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvcWwgV_xI/AAAAAAAAASk/d4QmvNFwTBg/s1600-h/DSCN1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvcWwgV_xI/AAAAAAAAASk/d4QmvNFwTBg/s320/DSCN1278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147262242094866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HI! Since my mom is such a blogger slacker I thought I'd tell you what I've been up to since life is always about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvcWQvs89I/AAAAAAAAASc/78wzIX1JJJE/s1600-h/DSCN1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvcWQvs89I/AAAAAAAAASc/78wzIX1JJJE/s320/DSCN1285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147253716579282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE to climb if there is the littlest thing to step on I will climb up or around or under anything.  I don't get why my mom cares it really makes me so strong and it's so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvcV2_UZ4I/AAAAAAAAASU/x8X56pf7roA/s1600-h/DSCN1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvcV2_UZ4I/AAAAAAAAASU/x8X56pf7roA/s320/DSCN1291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147246802757506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If my mom is getting ready to leave and is frantically looking for her phone or keys. I just forget to tell her that they are in my purse, silly mom I got your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvcVdI4h0I/AAAAAAAAASM/zGCatGtpJ-U/s1600-h/DSCN1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvcVdI4h0I/AAAAAAAAASM/zGCatGtpJ-U/s320/DSCN1284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147239863551810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately I've heard my mom call me Teagan Tornado a lot. I don't really get it but it's mostly after I've emptied everything in the house I thought that's what moms are for to clean up. Just helping her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvcU8Y1OUI/AAAAAAAAASE/Im9gBu4gIjk/s1600-h/DSCN1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvcU8Y1OUI/AAAAAAAAASE/Im9gBu4gIjk/s320/DSCN1311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147231072074050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the success of my favorite climb, then I crawl over the couch slide down to the floor and back up. I'm like a cat so agile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvbOoA0diI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gccdIgIDC3c/s1600-h/DSCN1332.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvbOoA0diI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gccdIgIDC3c/s320/DSCN1332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394146023011808802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvbOM7UfnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/u_-3J5OPLrk/s1600-h/DSCN1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvbOM7UfnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/u_-3J5OPLrk/s320/DSCN1335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394146015740984946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my cousins went to wheeler farm it was so fun. I kind of thought the ducks would bite me but I would have just bit them back I'm crazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvbNn5jQ9I/AAAAAAAAARs/d6RDE6XuHI8/s1600-h/DSCN1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvbNn5jQ9I/AAAAAAAAARs/d6RDE6XuHI8/s320/DSCN1351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394146005801452498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvbNKxFeDI/AAAAAAAAARk/Hyuk2m0do1o/s1600-h/DSCN1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvbNKxFeDI/AAAAAAAAARk/Hyuk2m0do1o/s320/DSCN1353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394145997981317170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't these falls leaves gorgeous it was fun to play in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvbMq1wjBI/AAAAAAAAARc/2vnQdNcCYXY/s1600-h/DSCN1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvbMq1wjBI/AAAAAAAAARc/2vnQdNcCYXY/s320/DSCN1362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394145989410982930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly my cool dad ran the St. George marathon he did so well and I cheered so loud for him. Yes my mom was supposed to run it too but I guess she said her hip hurt after running so much. All that matters is that St. George was so fun and, I will make sure my mom does better at updating more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-3366655962223227457?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3366655962223227457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=3366655962223227457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3366655962223227457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3366655962223227457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/10/teagan-here.html' title='Teagan Here'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/StvcWwgV_xI/AAAAAAAAASk/d4QmvNFwTBg/s72-c/DSCN1278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-7797195752974770677</id><published>2009-08-31T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:25:04.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Phone Call</title><content type='html'>I don't know if there was an emergency or just some thing really important to share. Whatever it was Teags was really loud about it.                                       &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-feb6d65ad2e7421" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0feb6d65ad2e7421%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331366508%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82002B707000D4049329EFD4E0ED4493BFD16875.7411C587B0AAC7C96E5814BD6F5C00F202EA1949%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfeb6d65ad2e7421%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKoYnqWgk26e6O2pOhnaNKuyG7XE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0feb6d65ad2e7421%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331366508%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82002B707000D4049329EFD4E0ED4493BFD16875.7411C587B0AAC7C96E5814BD6F5C00F202EA1949%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfeb6d65ad2e7421%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKoYnqWgk26e6O2pOhnaNKuyG7XE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-7797195752974770677?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=feb6d65ad2e7421&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/7797195752974770677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=7797195752974770677' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/7797195752974770677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/7797195752974770677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/08/important-phone-call.html' title='Important Phone Call'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-9164327372961937868</id><published>2009-08-22T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:44:53.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taste of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SpC2m6TO7gI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jKeknDTVvRs/s1600-h/DSCN1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SpC2m6TO7gI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jKeknDTVvRs/s320/DSCN1261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372995135054212610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is there any thing better than being a kid, and eating a popsicle in a diaper without a care in the world. Letting it drip all over your face and then on to your belly. Then when it falls off the stick, no big deal just pick it up it's still good right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teags thinks so and  how could I disagree. Days of summer winding down, got to get our popsicle days in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SpC2mFtXvUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WDY9Tyt5H5E/s1600-h/DSCN1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SpC2mFtXvUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WDY9Tyt5H5E/s320/DSCN1259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372995120936762690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SpC2l1hE7HI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ON4GtoEL_PA/s1600-h/DSCN1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SpC2l1hE7HI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ON4GtoEL_PA/s320/DSCN1271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372995116590230642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-9164327372961937868?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/9164327372961937868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=9164327372961937868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/9164327372961937868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/9164327372961937868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/08/taste-of-summer.html' title='The Taste of Summer'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SpC2m6TO7gI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jKeknDTVvRs/s72-c/DSCN1261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-3871296526699625182</id><published>2009-07-28T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:15:52.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newport Beach!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84osJC4II/AAAAAAAAAPo/FesGuPY_nLI/s1600-h/DSCN1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84osJC4II/AAAAAAAAAPo/FesGuPY_nLI/s320/DSCN1150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363567952916570242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Driving to the beach gets a little long thankfully Teagan found a way to entertain herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84oEFCITI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hKSK7SLp31c/s1600-h/DSCN1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84oEFCITI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hKSK7SLp31c/s320/DSCN1146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363567942162325810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some pics from our bitter sweet Sea World day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84QF3Jg8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/kBzVzcgHm-Q/s1600-h/DSCN1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84QF3Jg8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/kBzVzcgHm-Q/s320/DSCN1204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363567530324100034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Diem was happy until we discovered her BOB chariot got stolen. Stupid stroller thief .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84Px1fm9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/nyn04ez_VTE/s1600-h/DSCN1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84Px1fm9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/nyn04ez_VTE/s320/DSCN1196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363567524948450258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all enjoyed the Sea Lions but I think Teagan was way into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84PSCLAPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FkBPsnJGvSI/s1600-h/DSCN1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84PSCLAPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FkBPsnJGvSI/s320/DSCN1202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363567516411691250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part of our trip is the beach! Could you get sick of it I didn't neither did Teagan and she sure ate a lot of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84PO5JDrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CT2g8P_UBjc/s1600-h/DSCN1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84PO5JDrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CT2g8P_UBjc/s320/DSCN1161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363567515568508594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was lots of building, digging, sculpting. Here is Burke and Elliott building their fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84OpXB6RI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BHZhLy2WLb4/s1600-h/DSCN1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84OpXB6RI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BHZhLy2WLb4/s320/DSCN1176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363567505493322002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teagan taking a brake for some sandy pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm82jeOlNII/AAAAAAAAAOw/bpsZgdwXQp8/s1600-h/DSCN1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm82jeOlNII/AAAAAAAAAOw/bpsZgdwXQp8/s320/DSCN1186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363565664259093634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is our Mermaid hand crafted by Nancy, Breanne, Heidi, and myself. Burke named her Norma but he won't admit to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm82jGMqBZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/3w-HC4rshfc/s1600-h/DSCN1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm82jGMqBZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/3w-HC4rshfc/s320/DSCN1175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363565657808569746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Burke and Lane transformed into a sand monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm82irThxaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7ApTCYzzR-I/s1600-h/DSCN1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm82irThxaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7ApTCYzzR-I/s320/DSCN1228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363565650589631906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So did Teagan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm82iN6rssI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UHvb23qw098/s1600-h/DSCN1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm82iN6rssI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UHvb23qw098/s320/DSCN1243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363565642700796610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of a long sandy day who isn't happy to wash off, well Grady sure was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm82h-bM7JI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AnMgXQzfuDM/s1600-h/DSCN1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm82h-bM7JI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AnMgXQzfuDM/s320/DSCN1246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363565638542224530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brent and Barbara another wonderful trip Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-3871296526699625182?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3871296526699625182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=3871296526699625182' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3871296526699625182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3871296526699625182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/07/newport-beach.html' title='Newport Beach!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Sm84osJC4II/AAAAAAAAAPo/FesGuPY_nLI/s72-c/DSCN1150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-8756700548918975022</id><published>2009-06-27T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:05:59.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkZoupwiFVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KzE242Pi1aU/s1600-h/DSCN1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkZoupwiFVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KzE242Pi1aU/s320/DSCN1121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352080357869098322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ode to the hair that hung just past my shoulder&lt;div&gt;I didn't know what to do you just kept getting older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your ends were dry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Color processes and flat iron daily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made your follicle so sad and wavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what to do you think and say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well chop it all off hip hip hooray! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here it is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short with no over processed frizz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Joy of hair, one minute it's here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next minute it's there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkZouR0WcRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DuZ4IIyeQ78/s1600-h/DSCN1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkZouR0WcRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DuZ4IIyeQ78/s320/DSCN1133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352080351442661650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkZouJH2g1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/AAm1rS0O85o/s1600-h/DSCN1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkZouJH2g1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/AAm1rS0O85o/s320/DSCN1134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352080349108536146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-8756700548918975022?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8756700548918975022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=8756700548918975022' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/8756700548918975022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/8756700548918975022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/06/ode-to-hair.html' title='Ode To Hair'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkZoupwiFVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KzE242Pi1aU/s72-c/DSCN1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-5637880997153553653</id><published>2009-06-22T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:52:17.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE YEAR OLD!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAGqn1F14I/AAAAAAAAANo/y_s8X9tIHsI/s1600-h/DSCN1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAGqn1F14I/AAAAAAAAANo/y_s8X9tIHsI/s320/DSCN1038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350283686632085378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teags had a birthday and we shouted hooray! We sang to her that day, she's one years old and wiser too. Happy birthday Teagan we love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAGqOu-3NI/AAAAAAAAANg/6MUmm1qF928/s1600-h/DSCN1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAGqOu-3NI/AAAAAAAAANg/6MUmm1qF928/s320/DSCN1053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350283679895575762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got some wonderful presents and love every second of the wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAGp36pb0I/AAAAAAAAANY/eAoDsQ8nv4E/s1600-h/DSCN1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAGp36pb0I/AAAAAAAAANY/eAoDsQ8nv4E/s320/DSCN1034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350283673770487618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devin picked out Teag's cute birthday outfit. ( just tilt your head so this picture is straight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAFtfqys7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/qif8Zy9y4x0/s1600-h/DSCN1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAFtfqys7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/qif8Zy9y4x0/s320/DSCN1052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350282636469384114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrapping paper anyone, I'll share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAFs1mDxTI/AAAAAAAAANI/m6pyz9bFjbw/s1600-h/DSCN1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAFs1mDxTI/AAAAAAAAANI/m6pyz9bFjbw/s320/DSCN1039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350282625175242034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The highlight of the night, the CAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAFstJmthI/AAAAAAAAANA/xqo9l0iH7ys/s1600-h/DSCN1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAFstJmthI/AAAAAAAAANA/xqo9l0iH7ys/s320/DSCN1063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350282622908413458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She started out a little slow just picking at the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAFseYTDHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tDe2Oa5-I8Q/s1600-h/DSCN1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAFseYTDHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tDe2Oa5-I8Q/s320/DSCN1094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350282618943507570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was time to dive in handfuls of cake, frosting, cake, frosting, cake, frosting...... One year old BLISS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAFsJv-C8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/huVG2oNQaGs/s1600-h/DSCN1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAFsJv-C8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/huVG2oNQaGs/s320/DSCN1110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350282613405649858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again tilt head. I'm so proud not only it she covered in cake but look&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; how big is Teagan, So big!   &lt;/span&gt;We had such a wonderful night thanks again to our most fantastic family that helped make Teagan's birthday all the more special. We love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-5637880997153553653?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5637880997153553653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=5637880997153553653' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/5637880997153553653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/5637880997153553653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-year-old.html' title='ONE YEAR OLD!!!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SkAGqn1F14I/AAAAAAAAANo/y_s8X9tIHsI/s72-c/DSCN1038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-8773086578656427876</id><published>2009-06-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:16:29.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vroom Vroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SjHQrW0jgHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K8FUwvxKi3A/s1600-h/DSCN1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SjHQrW0jgHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K8FUwvxKi3A/s320/DSCN1008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346283675944452210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I forget to mention we got Teagan her first car. She already has a cell phone so we figured it was a natural progression. Or it was a Teagan Devin toy outing while I was working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SjHQrL9xPiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Gm7idpZsd-U/s1600-h/DSCN1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SjHQrL9xPiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Gm7idpZsd-U/s320/DSCN1010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346283673030311458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Either way She is way happy about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SjHQq9_YMpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/nkX6yFTegm4/s1600-h/DSCN1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SjHQq9_YMpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/nkX6yFTegm4/s320/DSCN1015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346283669278962322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Until we changed it to were she has to stand and walk behind it, then it's game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SjHQqvHz5oI/AAAAAAAAAMM/40zqT4MfySc/s1600-h/DSCN1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SjHQqvHz5oI/AAAAAAAAAMM/40zqT4MfySc/s320/DSCN1006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346283665287800450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come on Teagan you can do it, You're so close. Walking is way more fun than crawling. We can go to the park and you won't just sit and eat grass. When you're with Grandma Char you can chase the dogs around. Lane and Burke are ready to run around the Chipman race way with you. You can help Grady get walking maybe Diem. Elliott's ready for Olympic soccer training so she'll have crazy tips to help you refine your skills. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teags all it takes is that first step!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SjHP1Q0--wI/AAAAAAAAALs/36EiuKYKQZ8/s1600-h/DSCN1008.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-8773086578656427876?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8773086578656427876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=8773086578656427876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/8773086578656427876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/8773086578656427876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/06/vroom-vroom.html' title='Vroom Vroom'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SjHQrW0jgHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K8FUwvxKi3A/s72-c/DSCN1008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-4489620771948806094</id><published>2009-06-04T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:28:44.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>For those of you that know my in laws know that marathons are like candy to them. You can't just do one... a year. So I spend a lot of time at the finish lines cheering on our runners. feeling the excitement of seeing all walks of life crossing that line, some stumbling, some crying, most just holding their heads up high loving that the last .2 of the 26 is over. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well October 3 will be here in no time and it will be my time to cross that line hopefully with my head  held high. St. George Marathon I've ran you before and you still scare me. This time I know what I'm getting myself into and that's what is sick because I'm still doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my conclusion on this whole marathon stuff. Yes the race is hard but the training come on give my a break. 4-5 days a week running not just casually. Your training, getting your miles up, but not too fast or you injure your self. You have early mornings or late nights, constant thoughts of your training routine. Me personally I'm hungry all the time due to the calorie burn good... I don't know because I don't fight hunger I give in, and eat my weight in chips. There's the Blisters, loss of toe nails, body glide, chalky face, and the lovely runner stench. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when you think how do people run a marathon really your thoughts should wonder how do people train for a marathon. Yet I'm still excited to cross through that blue and white balloon arch with the wonderful misters. Get my Blue Bunny ice cream and chow chow chow all day because I just burned like 1302948203 calories. It feels so amazing to finish that it makes it all worth it. I do have to say that child birth was easier than my last marathon they don't make epidurals for marathons, little food for thought. &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/5713915805490905255-4489620771948806094?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4489620771948806094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=4489620771948806094' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/4489620771948806094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/4489620771948806094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-3571436294010708495</id><published>2009-05-25T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:09:20.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/ShtlN0NJNYI/AAAAAAAAALk/E_Qqhok_A9c/s1600-h/DSCN0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/ShtlN0NJNYI/AAAAAAAAALk/E_Qqhok_A9c/s320/DSCN0982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339973071204332930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memorial day is always a favorite day of mine. It is usually beautiful weather and a great kick off to summer!!!!!  My family has the long standing tradition of the " Grave Run" we go to 3 different grave yards see distant relative, and enjoy the free hot dogs they hand out at our last stop, I know weird hot dogs at a cemetery but you don't mess with tradition.  After the "run" we end up at the Cinderella Park (Evergreen Park) and picnic. Teagan Loved her first slide.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/ShtlNcXTujI/AAAAAAAAALc/K_lk6A4xqx0/s1600-h/DSCN0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/ShtlNcXTujI/AAAAAAAAALc/K_lk6A4xqx0/s320/DSCN0984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339973064804514354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She wasn't quit sure what to think of the rotting bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Shtkwf3hx5I/AAAAAAAAALU/uYve5H45hAI/s1600-h/DSCN0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Shtkwf3hx5I/AAAAAAAAALU/uYve5H45hAI/s320/DSCN0986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339972567528753042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loved the horse. Devin can we get a pony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Shtkv4j1RLI/AAAAAAAAALM/sEL_9X7wumc/s1600-h/DSCN0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Shtkv4j1RLI/AAAAAAAAALM/sEL_9X7wumc/s320/DSCN0992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339972556977161394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could not get enough of the swings, wind in her hair, and sunshine on her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Shtkvmid9zI/AAAAAAAAALE/TJojSuNszv4/s1600-h/DSCN0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Shtkvmid9zI/AAAAAAAAALE/TJojSuNszv4/s320/DSCN0996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339972552139601714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devin couldn't resist hopping on for a quick swing with Teags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Shtkvd3G3yI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uPmg0JygxP0/s1600-h/DSCN1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/Shtkvd3G3yI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uPmg0JygxP0/s320/DSCN1001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339972549810249506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the highlight of our day was visiting Caitlyn and Bret's BEAUTIFUL baby girl Diem. She was born at 2:14 this morning 7 lbs 11 ounces 22 inches long. Welcome to the world sweet little girl we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/ShtkvPmyowI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HiiVLgo2iyQ/s1600-h/DSCN1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/ShtkvPmyowI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HiiVLgo2iyQ/s320/DSCN1002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339972545983718146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-3571436294010708495?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3571436294010708495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=3571436294010708495' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3571436294010708495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3571436294010708495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/ShtlN0NJNYI/AAAAAAAAALk/E_Qqhok_A9c/s72-c/DSCN0982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-3448383704275440181</id><published>2009-05-08T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:33:10.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amish or iphone</title><content type='html'>I recently purchased an iphone, cool right? Well yes, then why did I have to be talked into buying it and still not really embracing the crap out of it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well probably because I'm fascinated with the Amish. They live such a sweet life centered around family and simplicity no power, make their own clothes, milk cows, grow pumpkins for pumpkin cookies not jack-o-lanterns, grow beards, cool buns, get to have all sorts of animals. (Devin please could we get a dog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am caught in the middle of my fast paced world full of technology and my inner thoughts of a simple life free of distractions. Maybe that's why I haven't been blogging much and needed so much cohersing to get an iphone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what to do... garden or blog,  sew or facebook, bake or watch T.V. Well I will just do them all and hope that I can still have a simple family centered life with the perks of technology. Moderation in all things right?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-3448383704275440181?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3448383704275440181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=3448383704275440181' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3448383704275440181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3448383704275440181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/05/amish-or-iphone.html' title='Amish or iphone'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-245547998673141890</id><published>2009-04-11T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:20:50.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I need is a pool or a sticker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SeFhyiJ_hBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mM1ROZYebAs/s1600-h/DSCN0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SeFhyiJ_hBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mM1ROZYebAs/s320/DSCN0899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323643755318707218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since this week was warm for two days I thought Teagan needed to go swim suit shopping. Usually I hate this kind of shopping. Standing in a poorly lit dressing room with socks on staring at your pasty winter body... Yuck  Now it's awesome I just skip my whole swim suit sections stroll on over to Teagan's clothing area and there are so many choices I just can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SeFhyWNO0FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7lvsbkj1_Wc/s1600-h/DSCN0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SeFhyWNO0FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7lvsbkj1_Wc/s320/DSCN0900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323643752111067218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not that this story has any thing to do with swimming I just think it's funny. At Teagan's 9 month check up she had an ear infection. So we get her on the oh so tasty bubble gum medicine. Two weeks go by and she's doing great I think, till she stops eating solids. I feed her and she takes a bite and then acts like she's choking, this happened for about 3 days. I kept looking in her mouth to see if there is anything in there and notice that she might have thrush because I see some white spots on the roof of her mouth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I move up her follow up Dr. appointment from friday to monday. So after she gets a clean check on her ears our Dr. asks about the thrush. I tell him that it's on the roof of her mouth, he tells me it doesn't usually show up there. So he takes his tongue depressant scraps the top of her mouth... Oh out comes a clear plastic sticker with white lint stuck to it... oops Sorry Dr. Havlik I swear I watch her and clean my floors... I was so embarrassed, Her "thrush" was a sticker with lint on it stuck to her mouth for like 4 days. So I went home and cleaned my floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SeFhyOZuWZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/G8kHUnFnmgs/s1600-h/DSCN0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SeFhyOZuWZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/G8kHUnFnmgs/s320/DSCN0896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323643750015981970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One more thing Teagan is turning into a vampire. No not the kind that sparkle in the sun light. The ones with fangs because those are the teeth that just broke through. Either that or a little girl that lost her 2 front teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SeFhx5CjLHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/we2K8hrtijk/s1600-h/DSCN0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SeFhx5CjLHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/we2K8hrtijk/s320/DSCN0907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323643744281635954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-245547998673141890?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/245547998673141890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=245547998673141890' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/245547998673141890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/245547998673141890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-i-need-is-pool-or-sticker.html' title='All I need is a pool or a sticker'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SeFhyiJ_hBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mM1ROZYebAs/s72-c/DSCN0899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-8090453589342043559</id><published>2009-03-13T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:08:55.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow dryer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SbrWvIbNrrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OSO8NmS33LY/s1600-h/DSCN0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SbrWvIbNrrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OSO8NmS33LY/s320/DSCN0882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312794815640743602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know a lot of you have wondered about Teagan's hair. If it really sticks up on it's own or if I style it that way. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here is our secret. A little time in front of the heat vents and walaa. I know it sounds enticing try it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-8090453589342043559?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8090453589342043559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=8090453589342043559' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/8090453589342043559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/8090453589342043559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/03/blow-dryer.html' title='Blow dryer?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SbrWvIbNrrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OSO8NmS33LY/s72-c/DSCN0882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-2546168432937799953</id><published>2009-03-09T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:34:37.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's To 3 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SbV_XkhPpwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VjcJh7aiKl4/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SbV_XkhPpwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VjcJh7aiKl4/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311291378470201090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You wake up do your life routine go to bed, wake up same thing, you all know the drill. Then those special days come up that make you stop and appreciate where you are in life. With today being our anniversary I woke up had tons of laundry to do, Teagan thought it would be fun to pull the grumpy card, calls to return, and a nasty snow storm to watch. I was about ready to not even think that today was special, and just dismiss the fact that I should be excited that today 3 years ago on a nasty snowy day Devin and I got married. So now with my laundry started, Teagan sleeping, my calls taken care of. I wanted to appreciate today and not let it get caught up in my routine. So here's to another great year! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SbV_XD4tFnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rPkXYkSckVw/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SbV_XD4tFnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rPkXYkSckVw/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311291369710229106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5713915805490905255-2546168432937799953?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/2546168432937799953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=2546168432937799953' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/2546168432937799953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/2546168432937799953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/03/heres-to-3-years.html' title='Here&apos;s To 3 Years'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SbV_XkhPpwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VjcJh7aiKl4/s72-c/Picture+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-4485625305045027183</id><published>2009-02-19T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:36:10.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Month Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As I was sitting on the couch today watching Teagan. I think back on the last month as she will be 8 months old tomorrow (the 20th), and so much has happened. I almost can't believe it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; First Teagan is crawling, yes life as I know it is over.  She is dang funny to watch. Basically she pulls herself with her arms, but gets up on one knee to sort of help the process. When she gets to the desired location she squeals out with glee knowing that she is there, and is so proud of herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is loving pulling down the dvds, and what does a first time mom do... Grab the camera and document her first mess. So cute, now it's time to see what other trouble she will be able to get herself in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SZ5C-3zht-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/cwwmr5BkrkQ/s1600-h/DSCN0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SZ5C-3zht-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/cwwmr5BkrkQ/s320/DSCN0842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304751058988414946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second she sprouted her two new friends, her teeth. You have to look carefully but on the bottom there they are. She loves to run her tongue along them, bite fingers, necklaces, toys, books, her dad's face, hair. Well she did before, but now it hurts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully they busted through close together so our teething days didn't last very long. At least this round of teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SZ5C-nDLqJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UbVqBKqRvds/s1600-h/DSCN0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SZ5C-nDLqJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UbVqBKqRvds/s320/DSCN0846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304751054490675346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly sass, no she is not a monster just getting an attitude. Basically she dares me to take toys away from her. The wrath/screams soon follow. Really what's a girl to do. She works so hard to get to stuff, and I just take it away.  If I could only learn to keep things out of reach that she can't have we would have less tude and more giggles. How great is this picture angry Teagan so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SZ5C-mL_juI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vnsEzWurDUE/s1600-h/DSCN0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SZ5C-mL_juI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vnsEzWurDUE/s320/DSCN0849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304751054259195618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all the highs and lows I still love watching Teagan grow and progress. There is nothing like experiencing these milestones with your own kid. I LOVE being a mom. Even when Teagan falls off the bed twice in one week, and I feel like I've totally failed her. Well I guess this is the month of a lot of firsts, sorry Teagan that falling off the bed had to be part of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-4485625305045027183?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4485625305045027183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=4485625305045027183' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/4485625305045027183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/4485625305045027183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/02/7-month-wrap-up.html' title='7 Month Wrap Up'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SZ5C-3zht-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/cwwmr5BkrkQ/s72-c/DSCN0842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-115492533085115627</id><published>2009-02-12T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:05:03.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hug It out T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SZT5nPpFXII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B0RK0inhBNo/s1600-h/DSCN0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SZT5nPpFXII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B0RK0inhBNo/s320/DSCN0840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302137113930980482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those of you that know Teagan, you know that she doesn't hold still. Especially, when you try to hug her. When she was just days old, I would cherish the moments when she was sleeping for many reasons.  The main reason I valued that time is because I could actually cuddle with her. A few day ago, the unthinkable happened. I don't know if Teagan was just really distracted for a few minutes or if she really needed her mom, but it happened. I picked up my rambunctious 7 almost 8 month old, and we stood  in the kitchen hugging... I loved every second of it and at that moment life was perfect.  Thanks Teagan, I forgive you for the 14 disgustly colorful diapers you did later that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5713915805490905255-115492533085115627?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/115492533085115627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=115492533085115627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/115492533085115627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/115492533085115627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/02/hug-it-out-t.html' title='Hug It out T.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SZT5nPpFXII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B0RK0inhBNo/s72-c/DSCN0840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-9208242297201909263</id><published>2009-01-31T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:44:28.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Junkie</title><content type='html'>I could give you lots of reasons why I've been a mega blog slacker, but it really comes down to the old boob tube.  This time of year seems to really fill up the, heaven sent, DVR. Thanks to the Jazz game right now I have a sec to update. Just to give you an Idea of my busy schedule I listed it below. You truly have to train to keep up with this rigorous TV regimen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bromance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy's Girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't judge me because I'm addicted to MTV. Bromance way funny don't knock it till you watch it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Due to schedule conflicts we have to catch scrubs at one of our parents house sometimes. Or would it be bad to have two DVRs. One for me and one for Devin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Real World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Kind of a slow night, but I do work Tuesday and Wednesday so we always have to catch up on other nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Kath and Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The  Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Best night of the week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Catch up from the week's missed shows. Did I mention how much I love our DVR, Red Box, or a great classic on the movie channels. Last week Don't Tell Mom the Babysitters Dead was on. Devin amazed me by quoting along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SNL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brothers and Sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tool Academy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes Tool Academy I almost don't want to admit to this, Devin got me hooked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Can't forget about my daily dose of Gilmore Girls. I don't know what it is about the show I've seen all the episodes, but I just can't seem to get enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Don't worry I don't neglect Teagan, I still clean my house, and keep my spirit happy with healthy doses of the good word. I just like to watch TV.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5713915805490905255-9208242297201909263?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/9208242297201909263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=9208242297201909263' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/9208242297201909263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/9208242297201909263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/01/tv-junkie.html' title='TV Junkie'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-3948491768064471242</id><published>2009-01-21T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:19:06.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teagan'/><title type='text'>baby Teagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SXePAGS-CBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qo2VA3yb3Rc/s1600-h/DSCN0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SXePAGS-CBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qo2VA3yb3Rc/s320/DSCN0826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293857118850254866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teagan can you believe that 1. you are 7 months old and 2. at seven months you wake up with the greatest bed head ever!  We love it, and also how great is your sleepy face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SXeO_1Y9R9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_LxbuGBptg/s1600-h/DSCN0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SXeO_1Y9R9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_LxbuGBptg/s320/DSCN0823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293857114311968722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-3948491768064471242?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3948491768064471242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=3948491768064471242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3948491768064471242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3948491768064471242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-teagan.html' title='baby Teagan'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SXePAGS-CBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qo2VA3yb3Rc/s72-c/DSCN0826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-883095902259981367</id><published>2009-01-06T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:36:51.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathing Teags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SWO-x8UZZUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Jaf1BI2tSsQ/s1600-h/DSCN0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SWO-x8UZZUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Jaf1BI2tSsQ/s320/DSCN0833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288280152677639490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teagan loves her bath time, and I couldn't help capturing it! This is her drinking the water, she at least wait till the bubbles dissolve from the soap. She always ends up with hiccups afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SWO-wcOUqHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Bddlku98aWI/s1600-h/DSCN0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SWO-wcOUqHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Bddlku98aWI/s320/DSCN0832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288280126882359410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is probably the only time I see her hair laying down. My little model already posing for the camera when ever it's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SWO-m3guctI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lnbaaC5Qbwg/s1600-h/DSCN0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SWO-m3guctI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lnbaaC5Qbwg/s320/DSCN0829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288279962408612562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love her little hairs swaying in the water. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-883095902259981367?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/883095902259981367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=883095902259981367' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/883095902259981367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/883095902259981367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/01/bathing-teags.html' title='Bathing Teags'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SWO-x8UZZUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Jaf1BI2tSsQ/s72-c/DSCN0833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-5284595811927514833</id><published>2009-01-03T14:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:05:40.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_niqKGO1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/z9N0ihVYvUs/s1600-h/DSCN0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_niqKGO1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/z9N0ihVYvUs/s320/DSCN0411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287199070174460754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our last big trip before baby Teags was born. The cruise Devin won for being sales man of the year.  Beautiful Cabo San Lucas! This is also where we found out that we were buying a house. As we were in line to get through security we found out our offer was accepted. We had to find a fax machine in the airport to sign papers to get the deal going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_niQ8akvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/khxT6Jo9iZY/s1600-h/DSCN0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_niQ8akvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/khxT6Jo9iZY/s320/DSCN0424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287199063406187250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            June 20 6:54 pm our sweet Teagan was born &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_mbvXCscI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hcxPbRIoSgg/s1600-h/DSCN0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_mbvXCscI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hcxPbRIoSgg/s320/DSCN0449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287197851800220098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_mbR3cniI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6j-uCopaviw/s1600-h/DSCN0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_mbR3cniI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6j-uCopaviw/s320/DSCN0456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287197843883073058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Newport trip with the Chipmans, 5 weeks old and loving the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_k3_Qn__I/AAAAAAAAAG4/pfsVPsBGNew/s1600-h/DSCN0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_k3_Qn__I/AAAAAAAAAG4/pfsVPsBGNew/s320/DSCN0555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287196138081353714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's not the end of summer with out a trip to St. George for the marathon.     &lt;div&gt;                                                 Teagan swimming with her cousin Grady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_kmy1imiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/432DV40Kba4/s1600-h/DSCN0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_kmy1imiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/432DV40Kba4/s320/DSCN0654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287195842688752162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    The first of many U of U games. 13-0!                                                                         Got to support Devin even though my heart is with the Aggies. There's always basketball.                                                                                                                                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_kMRBIOVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lNoxDpbXbdc/s1600-h/DSCN0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_kMRBIOVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lNoxDpbXbdc/s320/DSCN0683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287195386933950802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          Halloween meltdown, and about 134957 donuts made at the Chipman's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_jkIDSpNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IUzImXfYcjU/s1600-h/IMG_9246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_jkIDSpNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IUzImXfYcjU/s320/IMG_9246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287194697332335826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        Teagan's first plane ride up to see Aimee and Scott! photo by scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_jjm2XNhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/T4YU_uMdcqo/s1600-h/IMG_3719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_jjm2XNhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/T4YU_uMdcqo/s320/IMG_3719.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287194688419739154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad home from law school, enjoying some much needed grandpa time with Teags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_iM6e0sNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pfdSeW7VNpw/s1600-h/DSCN0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_iM6e0sNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pfdSeW7VNpw/s320/DSCN0782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287193199041097938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               Our stupid flood, the first time I had to feel grown up :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_iMjvzxKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-45IcK0GO18/s1600-h/DSCN0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_iMjvzxKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-45IcK0GO18/s320/DSCN0751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287193192938325154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          Teagan's first Christmas was wonderful. Her Grandparents took very good care of her. especially auntie Aisha who surprised us with the most beautiful quilt that she made!! It was a very tender moment we love you aish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_hWkty00I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ugiv_gDDCMU/s1600-h/DSCN0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_hWkty00I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ugiv_gDDCMU/s320/DSCN0820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287192265485374274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-5284595811927514833?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5284595811927514833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=5284595811927514833' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/5284595811927514833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/5284595811927514833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SV_niqKGO1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/z9N0ihVYvUs/s72-c/DSCN0411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-2256555654670998803</id><published>2008-12-24T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:10:13.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I just want to wish my wonderful family and friends a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;Life has changed big time for us this year, becoming parents, home owners, and all that comes with that. We are truly blessed to have all the support that we have. WE love you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Love Emily, Devin, and Teags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-2256555654670998803?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/2256555654670998803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=2256555654670998803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/2256555654670998803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/2256555654670998803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-2922204128495879572</id><published>2008-12-19T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:47:42.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl crush... Is that bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;With the good bye of Amy Poehler on SNL, I was really heart sick. I didn't know if I could continue watching. Of course there would be funny skits, but would they be as memorable as "Really" with Amy and Seth on Weekend Update. Would there be the infectious laughter of Lil' Amy that makes the jokes even better, the uncanny Hillary Clinton impression that even makes Hillary think she is a not ready for time prime player on SNL, the ghetto fabulous Bronx Beat that makes me want to move to the Boroughs to practice my own New Yorker accent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Amy Poehler will be missed by many including myself, but man do I Heart Kristen Wiig. This love affair started when she did the sisters skit spoofing The Lawrence Welk show. I think I watched it 194 times, cried because I was laughing so hard 54 times, and peed my pants twice. I still chuckle thinking about it. From that one skit I started crushing hard on Kristen. I love her in her sweaters, wigs, and cat voice. Kristen Wiig I am your biggest fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h4X5pgps5jI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h4X5pgps5jI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is just one of her wonderful skits. I want to hang out with Kristen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-2922204128495879572?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/2922204128495879572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=2922204128495879572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/2922204128495879572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/2922204128495879572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/12/girl-crush-is-that-bad.html' title='Girl crush... Is that bad'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-8689094504250400992</id><published>2008-12-09T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:50:30.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Static?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/ST7idoVQrSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8DqefC6E5R8/s1600-h/61306573zcyguN_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/ST7idoVQrSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8DqefC6E5R8/s320/61306573zcyguN_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277904811995475234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With winter comes static hair, and as a hair care professional I feel like it's my duty to give a few tips to hopefully get us through this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. scrub your hair with baking soda. Yes baking soda. Put some in a bowl and take it in the shower with you mix it with your shampoo, scrub and rinse. You might want to shampoo again. The baking soda helps to remove build up, that makes it hard to let the conditioner in. IF you have just colored your hair I would suggest waiting a week to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Try using a leave in conditioner. Sexy hair's whey leave in conditioner is light so it won't way your hair down. It also smells very good! (which is always a factor with product) Also deep conditioning is a good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Try to not play with your hair to much during the day. The more you touch it just seems to make it static. I'm not a scientist I just do hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Dryer sheets they make your clothes static free try running one  through your hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Abba makes great shampoos and conditioners. Their moisture conditioner is especially great  I think, again my opinion, that it helps control the hair. Also pureology's hydrate shampoo and conditioner, but abba is a little more affordable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Less is more, don't over do the product, this is true any time of the year. use a light texture paste if you want, but definitely finish with a little hair spray. Either spray directly on the hair, or on to your comb/brush and then brush your hair. But this would have to be done few time through out the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this helps if there are any questions feel free to ask maybe I will know!&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/5713915805490905255-8689094504250400992?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8689094504250400992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=8689094504250400992' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/8689094504250400992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/8689094504250400992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/12/static.html' title='Static?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/ST7idoVQrSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8DqefC6E5R8/s72-c/61306573zcyguN_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-1900278262121487658</id><published>2008-12-07T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:34:45.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hacker Alert*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/STxBavsS81I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AYBdQfqyVXw/s1600-h/P1010406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/STxBavsS81I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AYBdQfqyVXw/s320/P1010406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277164791106040658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Emily-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is to warn you that while you were hacking into your sister's blog, she has been doing the same. This post will not include cute pictures of a baby, updates of mommy moments, reports on meida crazes, or the like. Consider yourself warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blogspot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-1900278262121487658?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/1900278262121487658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=1900278262121487658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/1900278262121487658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/1900278262121487658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/12/hacker-alert.html' title='Hacker Alert*'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/STxBavsS81I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AYBdQfqyVXw/s72-c/P1010406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-5218969197237913222</id><published>2008-12-05T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:27:36.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow PLEASE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SToKpVjZj8I/AAAAAAAAADo/UPv3DIgUj9o/s1600-h/DSCN0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SToKpVjZj8I/AAAAAAAAADo/UPv3DIgUj9o/s320/DSCN0736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276541618694492098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Teagan are bundled up and ready for some fluffy white moisture. I think that I'm the only one that looks forward to this time of year mostly for snow. I LOVE IT. I love the smell, the ring around the moon just before a big storm. The foot on top of my car that I have to shovel off, because it gives me an excuse to bundle up and kind of play in it. The way it makes the world sparkle. Sweaters, puffy coats, boots, scarves, mittens, hats, hot chocolate, fluffy socks. Every year all I want for Christmas is a white one, so please please please snow already.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-5218969197237913222?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5218969197237913222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=5218969197237913222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/5218969197237913222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/5218969197237913222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-please.html' title='Snow PLEASE!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SToKpVjZj8I/AAAAAAAAADo/UPv3DIgUj9o/s72-c/DSCN0736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-6959453852061724117</id><published>2008-12-05T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:14:30.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SToH5tlvrJI/AAAAAAAAADg/qslB7gXBlXU/s1600-h/DSCN0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SToH5tlvrJI/AAAAAAAAADg/qslB7gXBlXU/s320/DSCN0766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276538601489804434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture, it just shows why I no longer can wear earings, necklaces, my hair down, eat with her on my lap in peace. It's so fun to see her explore the world at an arms length! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-6959453852061724117?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/6959453852061724117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=6959453852061724117' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/6959453852061724117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/6959453852061724117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-hands.html' title='baby hands'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SToH5tlvrJI/AAAAAAAAADg/qslB7gXBlXU/s72-c/DSCN0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-3873645529157186539</id><published>2008-11-24T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:28:30.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice cereal anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Teagan didn't know what to think of this thing called rice cereal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SSt9v8463yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bn3cMvrZ2DA/s1600-h/DSCN0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SSt9v8463yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bn3cMvrZ2DA/s320/DSCN0753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272446051519487778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-3873645529157186539?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3873645529157186539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=3873645529157186539' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3873645529157186539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3873645529157186539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/11/rice-cereal-anyone.html' title='Rice cereal anyone'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SSt9v8463yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bn3cMvrZ2DA/s72-c/DSCN0753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-6693650591650175271</id><published>2008-11-24T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:19:42.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My laundry helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SSt69lZtiaI/AAAAAAAAACw/0M8Az7SRoSc/s1600-h/DSCN0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SSt69lZtiaI/AAAAAAAAACw/0M8Az7SRoSc/s320/DSCN0775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272442987197860258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so cute first she started pulling my socks over her face, then any thing she could reach. When that got old, STEAM ROLLER, into the pile. Teagan cracks me up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SSt6tGiJgcI/AAAAAAAAACo/Sg19MGxi0iI/s1600-h/DSCN0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SSt6tGiJgcI/AAAAAAAAACo/Sg19MGxi0iI/s320/DSCN0769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272442704033841602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-6693650591650175271?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/6693650591650175271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=6693650591650175271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/6693650591650175271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/6693650591650175271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-laundry-helper.html' title='My laundry helper'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SSt69lZtiaI/AAAAAAAAACw/0M8Az7SRoSc/s72-c/DSCN0775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-4079435649551008869</id><published>2008-11-22T21:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:24:12.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight... and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SSj2YG25LfI/AAAAAAAAACg/p4wouZBMwBI/s1600-h/twilight-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SSj2YG25LfI/AAAAAAAAACg/p4wouZBMwBI/s320/twilight-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271734257855311346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I saw it! No I was not one of the mid night viewers, or some one carrying around a vile of my own blood around my neck. But I was amongst a crowd of overly excited women (not girls) that saw it Saturday afternoon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to say that I did enjoy it. I didn't know if I would like Robert Pattinson, Cedric Diggory, as Edward but He did well and I did find him very attractive. They stayed pretty true to the book, and it's always fun to see characters come to life. Probably the most entertaining part was every time a character was introduced the over zealous 40-60 year old women would cat call, scream, profess their undying love. Which just added extra laughs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really gave me the chills literally up and down my arms was the trailer to the 6th Harry Potter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Half Blood Prince. &lt;/span&gt;I have to say that this and the 4th are my two most favorite books of the incredible series. There will always be a special place in my heart for Harry Potter since our relationship runs really deep. We've known each other 7 years now. So since I no longer have the next book to look forward to coming out, I now have the movie. Opening night any one down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-4079435649551008869?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/4079435649551008869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=4079435649551008869' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/4079435649551008869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/4079435649551008869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-and-more.html' title='Twilight... and more'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SSj2YG25LfI/AAAAAAAAACg/p4wouZBMwBI/s72-c/twilight-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-3811724964168143228</id><published>2008-11-20T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:38:23.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months!</title><content type='html'>Today Teagan asked if she could borrow the car and when I told her no she turned around, stomped into her bed room, slammed the door and yelled how I was ruining her life.... No that was just the flash forward I had as I sat watching my precious little baby rolling across the floor. I can't believe she is 5 months old today, but what a GREAT 5 months we love you Teags. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-3811724964168143228?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3811724964168143228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=3811724964168143228' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3811724964168143228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3811724964168143228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-months.html' title='5 months!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-5806749739580487076</id><published>2008-11-11T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:57:41.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to being a home owner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monday was going to be a great day. I planned to do a couple loads of laundry clean up the house, maybe get in the shower by the time Devin gets home. You know one of those great bum around the house days. So I put my laundry in first thing to get a head start. Go about doing other things. Go down to put the load in the dryer... Squish Squish........ umm....    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SRnSNk5QidI/AAAAAAAAACA/VpIdit9z55s/s320/DSCN0750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267472369870473682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes that was the sound as I stepped on to my CARPET in the basement. My heart stops, sure enough the drain that is supposed to DRAIN was so completely backed up I almost started to cry/ vomit at the disgusting water sitting there mocking me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SRnQWpHgQII/AAAAAAAAAB4/8NoFKCxrH2M/s320/DSCN0751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267470326599532674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call Devin to tell him that we have a flood, then I call my mom since she just recently had one so she would have  the trusty roader rooter number. I get that all set up. Call Aisha to borrow their shop vac to try and salvage our carpet. Go down and bail up the nasty back up water. Smartly go up stairs to clean the toilet and use it. Oops all the water I just bailed right back up. So I can't use any water great. couple hours later I'm about to have a bladder infection roader rooter comes. Tells me that our beautiful tree roots are growing into the pipes and that's what is causing such distress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all day the words of  the relator that was selling our house rang through my head. "Welcome to being a home owner. " Because part of the closing they were going to replace the water heater. It was all set up to be done the day we were closing. Didn't happen, we move in on a Saturday no hot water Sunday no hot water Monday Yeah he is to show up between 9am-midnight. Doesn't show up. The relator comes by to get her sign and give us a key, so I tell her that lame contractor hasn't shown up. she turns to me, being 6 months pregnant had to basically sponge bath myself all weekend  with water that I boiled, and says "welcome to being a home owner" I could have smacked her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's makes for great memories, that hopefully our first flood will turn into once it's all over. Thanks again Aishi and brad for the fans and shop vac.  Oh and did I mention that I have this incredible sinus infection that was just throbbing all day! ( just had to add a little more drama to the story. ) Good thing I started a blog so I could vent about this!!!!!&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/5713915805490905255-5806749739580487076?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/5806749739580487076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=5806749739580487076' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/5806749739580487076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/5806749739580487076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-to-being-home-owner.html' title='Welcome to being a home owner.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SRnSNk5QidI/AAAAAAAAACA/VpIdit9z55s/s72-c/DSCN0750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-67393807562238793</id><published>2008-11-06T12:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:06:44.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teagan'/><title type='text'>Dear Swaddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SRNYtSsk0VI/AAAAAAAAABw/4knsEgk06wM/s1600-h/DSCN0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SRNYtSsk0VI/AAAAAAAAABw/4knsEgk06wM/s320/DSCN0729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265649924462399826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we are in the month of November and gratitude is on my mind I thought that I owe you some thanks. When Teagan was just 3 or 4 weeks old we took you seriously and thats when she started sleeping 5 hours through the night ( and now even more). You keep Baby Teags oh so warm on these wintery nights, and when nap and bed time comes around you have taught Teagan that it's time to sleep. I will be forever grateful for you my dear friend and hope you stick around for along time. At least until she's 18 and on her own... But even then she might appreciate you every once in a while. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours Truly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-67393807562238793?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/67393807562238793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=67393807562238793' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/67393807562238793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/67393807562238793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-swaddle.html' title='Dear Swaddle'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SRNYtSsk0VI/AAAAAAAAABw/4knsEgk06wM/s72-c/DSCN0729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-3325692584767176132</id><published>2008-11-04T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:02:45.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She only makes it better...</title><content type='html'>I kind of thought that our lives would end as soon as Teagan was born, no more movies, eating out, traveling. Well I was wrong (thankfully) It's definitely changed our lives but I can safely say it's worth it. We just got back from Seattle couple weeks ago, and it was so fun. Thanks again Aimee and Scott for the fun weekend. After doing some of my most favorite clients hair. We packed up the car and drove to the most beautiful rain forest,Lake Quinault, the weather was so perfect and sunny. For a place that is know for it's rain we were lucky. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Here we are in front of the Lake isn't it so beautiful I wish I was a writer and could describe every inch of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SRB5e9C7qAI/AAAAAAAAABo/WGgIMslrLkw/s320/DSCN0712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264841537086007298" /&gt;I'm not being patient enough to load more pictures but we drove to the coast the next morning. Teagan was great on the plane at least the way home. And after driving to Idaho Falls California, St. George, and flying to Seattle. I conclude that really now is the time to do this stuff while Teags is still young and able to sleep anywhere. &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/5713915805490905255-3325692584767176132?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3325692584767176132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=3325692584767176132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3325692584767176132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3325692584767176132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-only-makes-it-better.html' title='She only makes it better...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SRB5e9C7qAI/AAAAAAAAABo/WGgIMslrLkw/s72-c/DSCN0712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-8801693147934872169</id><published>2008-11-02T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:29:16.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just like the Jedi, I think Halloween may return in spite of Trunk or treats (worse thing to happen to Halloween) and the many attempts to destroy the holiday like prohibiting kids to wear mask in their school parades.  This holiday was as close to dead as the Halloween movie franchise after Halloween 3, Season of the Witch. It seems like year after year there are less trick or treaters out on the streets in search of the prized full candy bar houses, but this year seemed to have picked up a bit, or maybe Halloween seemed to make a comeback like New Kids and BackStreet Boys because we have a kid now, and we get to dress her up in fun costumes. Devin is way against any costumes for Teagan that are neither as cool as Scott Heffernan or as scary as Leprechaun in Space.  We came to a compromise and went with a bat. Teagan enjoyed wearing the costume until she started profusely sweating in it.  So she had it on for about an hour.  Here is a picture of our little bat, and come on we need to bring Halloween back like Wu did Wallabee Clarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SQ6mBq0n8JI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xh1pz6E7B7c/s1600-h/DSCN0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SQ6mBq0n8JI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xh1pz6E7B7c/s320/DSCN0686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264327562047778962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5713915805490905255-8801693147934872169?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/8801693147934872169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=8801693147934872169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/8801693147934872169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/8801693147934872169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/11/return-of-halloween.html' title='Return of the Halloween'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SQ6mBq0n8JI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xh1pz6E7B7c/s72-c/DSCN0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-3198103778670374140</id><published>2008-10-31T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:14:55.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>I really want to be good at this blog. I told my self if you start one you have to keep up on it... But I haven't been because I don't know how to post pictures. Maybe I'm trying too hard. Or maybe I'm computer illiterate and we can be grateful I haven't blow up my cute lap top yet.  So it's up to my community, I come to you. HELP just want to show some pictures. tips, pointers, guidelines. I'm a quick learner.  thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713915805490905255-3198103778670374140?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/3198103778670374140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=3198103778670374140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3198103778670374140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/3198103778670374140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/10/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713915805490905255.post-2033106744806954304</id><published>2008-10-08T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:33:08.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my world</title><content type='html'>As my new blog is born I feel like I need to introduce myself. Here are somethings that you don't have to really know about me but who doesn't love learning odd things about someone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Before I fall asleep at night I have to lay on my right side for a little while before turning onto my left to then sink into slumber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I started drinking V8 juice 6 years ago, and I think that now I can say that I enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My favorite color is blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I always wish that I learned ballet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I've thought about starting a blog for months but was too nervous, now that I have I think it will be a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So world wide web thanks for allowing me a space in your world. &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/5713915805490905255-2033106744806954304?l=emilychipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/feeds/2033106744806954304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713915805490905255&amp;postID=2033106744806954304' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/2033106744806954304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713915805490905255/posts/default/2033106744806954304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilychipman.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to my world'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18321136499870930704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1GUObP0uA3U/SndvKFQqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8R1p4SmFq08/S220/DSCN1218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
