<?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-307366524680536689</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:02:01.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SR^3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-3022301482182609578</id><published>2010-09-21T18:50:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:54:18.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Since I had a wonderful young lady comment so nicely about a very old pic of our little girl, I thought maybe I would update this blog again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new camera, just for a squirmy toddler, who can't sit still in pics, and though it's not the super duper fancy SLR I want, it is an upgrade from my little Nixon that only had 4 mega pixels. I love my new one because I can do multiple shots at once, which certainly comes in handy for a toddler who is always moving! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love editing the photos in Elements, and though I am by no means fabulous at it, boy do I love creating digitally. So enjoy the photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519609541347153938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/TJmXojramBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/w-4zN6jdP-Y/s400/summerbig_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last one here we did right before our return to school. I know for some a timer on a camera seems like old hat, but my new one allows me to again take multiple photos in a row, allowing me to get that just right shot. The tripod and good light didn't hurt either. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519609532900076274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/TJmXoENeavI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RO4lFKqOrm0/s400/Family+summer+810.jpg" /&gt;Until the next photoshoot... the Rollins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307366524680536689-3022301482182609578?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/3022301482182609578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/3022301482182609578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/3022301482182609578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/TJmXojramBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/w-4zN6jdP-Y/s72-c/summerbig_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-8377081694538101981</id><published>2010-07-27T00:59:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:42:35.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>sarah has been in swim lessons for 2 weeks , and began her second session today.  We are working floating on our back and blowing bubbles not licking the water. :) She has picked up jumping in, and climbing out of the water, kicking when asked and just enjoying herself. She jumps, literally, out of her bed on swim days and squeals when we get in, though I think it's because it's so cold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307366524680536689-8377081694538101981?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/8377081694538101981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2010/07/c-a7-4a-tg-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/8377081694538101981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/8377081694538101981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2010/07/c-a7-4a-tg-t.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-3277298038292188999</id><published>2010-07-25T16:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:56:49.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>This blog was a fabulous idea, but last year was not the year to plan to keep up with it.  Work and work kept me far away from the things I love and the life I want to live.  So here I am rethinking it all, and redefining the priorities that I think are important, and putting them at the front of the life I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to update more regularly here.  I don't know who will be reading, and if nothing else it can be for just myself, and me.  But I would like to have a record of our everyday happenings so that I can show life as it is for my daughter and her future siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next post, when I hopefully figure out how to post via mobil phone with pics.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307366524680536689-3277298038292188999?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/3277298038292188999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2010/07/right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/3277298038292188999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/3277298038292188999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2010/07/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-6167145113709131729</id><published>2009-12-21T19:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:18:32.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SzA4Qguk39I/AAAAAAAAAEg/bdsZh6mwfls/s1600-h/DSC_2911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417892208041058258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SzA4Qguk39I/AAAAAAAAAEg/bdsZh6mwfls/s400/DSC_2911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes, we are here ... it's just been one of those kinds of long and busy couple of months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sarah is now one! She had a wonderful birthday party. Friends and family galore. She loved every moment of the attention and excitement. She didn't care much for cake, but enjoyed rubbing it into herself, her clothes and everything around her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SzA4QJBHXQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcVpUxFKHjE/s1600-h/DSC_2653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417892201676365058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SzA4QJBHXQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcVpUxFKHjE/s400/DSC_2653.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She has 11 teeth now, and is busy awaiting two more molars on the bottom. She runs around and plays from the moment she wakes up. Anyone who sees hers says she wears them out just watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She is well behaved when we go out, and enjoys just hanging out. Now that she can walk, she has learned that she can also walk around when we're out, and encourages you to follow her around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My favorite moments with her are in the evening watching her eat dinner with gusto, getting everything all over, then spending ten minutes cleaning her and then kitchen down, playing on the floor, spending more time cleaning up ;), and then dressing her in her fleece footed PJs, and snuggling into bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She has so much personality and loves to play act everything you do. She calls on the cell phone, and even texts, with one of daddy's old phones. She plays tea party and takes out her purse, both gifts for her birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Daddy still is splitting his days working and watching over his little girl. I am so thankful that we have that option. And that he does it so willingly, even when I am going nuts, and driving him crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We have had a very blessed year. I can only hope that we remain as lucky and blessed this year. I have a wonderful husband who, like others, puts up with a crazy woman and still loves me unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Christmas is finally in the air here. This time of the year goes so fast. It is insane. I love every moment. So I am trying to slow down and just soak in the moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hope this finds you doing some soaking in too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/307366524680536689-6167145113709131729?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/6167145113709131729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-we-are-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/6167145113709131729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/6167145113709131729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-we-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SzA4Qguk39I/AAAAAAAAAEg/bdsZh6mwfls/s72-c/DSC_2911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-5935344670682507195</id><published>2009-09-13T20:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:19:23.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the summer will do for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My little girl is growing so fast, too fast if I have anything to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I spent the summer with her day in and night too... but where did the little girl go and the toddler come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened over our summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crawled, she sat up, she ate tons of purees and then solids. We played, and learned to crawl all over the house. Even up the stairs, and off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got 7 teeth. Yes, 7 in 2 months. The last three all coming in the first week and a half of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 27th of August, she walked! 9 and 1/2 months a good month before I did. No not like across the room, but two steps from me to the jumperoo, as if to say... haha mom showed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, she is standing and walking at least 4 steps on her own. (Note: I am now nailing everything down, cause she likes to grab off tables)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grew from 25 inches at 6 months to 28.5 inches at 9 months. I think that's off by a half inch or so, but man oh man... that explains it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed that I was there to see every one of those first, first hand, not after ( or at least my hubby led me to believe she had never done it - which is a blessing too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, LOVE being a mom. Not ready to share it to the point of planning another, but I can't get enough of this first year... and the change and the growth and how nothing... I mean NOTHING is as important as making our family the center focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;FAMILY IS EVERYTHING!&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/307366524680536689-5935344670682507195?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/5935344670682507195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-summer-will-do-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/5935344670682507195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/5935344670682507195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-summer-will-do-for-you.html' title='What the summer will do for you...'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-2353071675098268123</id><published>2009-08-06T00:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:19:53.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just want to put out here in blog land that there is an important person missing in the chaotic life of the beginning of a new year... I don't know how often she gets a chance to stop by. See she changed places, and titles... she's busy because really people don't make keys on Sundays. :) I know she misses the "old" ways but I want her to know how great she will be at the "new" ways. She is missed by everyone, but man I miss being able to walk into her room and un-load, and commiserate. She probably doesn't know how much she helped me be the teacher I am... and for that I'm grateful beyond words. So Mrs. "Cardinal" (names changed to protect the innocent :) ) just know you make a difference, and you are AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... to all the Gators near and far... we miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307366524680536689-2353071675098268123?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/2353071675098268123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/2353071675098268123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/2353071675098268123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing.html' title='Missing...'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-1683250372043604960</id><published>2009-08-06T00:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:21:00.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here &amp; Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366749997412323778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SnqGsDoXEcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wkshKqb1I2g/s400/DSCN2114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Okay who cannot love this stinking adorable face. Man I could just eat her up. It drives me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer is swiftly moving on its way, and sadly school is beginning. It was wonderful spending the time at home with her. She changed so much but it was so amazing to be able to see her do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Some things she did were... crawl, sit up, learn to stand, start to cruise, stand unassisted, pull up on everything, and gain... count them, 5 teeth. 2 on the top and 3 on the bottom. She loves to read books (and shhh... (check for Nonna) chew on them a bit). She loves carebears, blocks, pounding and rubbing things on the tile. Duke is her number one buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366750003610434466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SnqGsauGu6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XlRB0j_sKaI/s400/8+Months.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PS... despite fabulous behavior out... we have some serious 'tude at home. &lt;/span&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/307366524680536689-1683250372043604960?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/1683250372043604960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/1683250372043604960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/1683250372043604960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-now.html' title='Here &amp; Now...'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SnqGsDoXEcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wkshKqb1I2g/s72-c/DSCN2114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-1750270323157159120</id><published>2009-07-14T16:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:22:15.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdates and Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today was an amazing adventure of moms, kids, food, &amp;amp; excitement. Sadly we didn't do this sooner this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to watch the girls play on the floor, and hear the boys "living it up" in the front room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part was talking to other moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come from all different backgrounds, and have one common denominator ~ we are gators. I won't say were, 'cause "once a gator always a gator." And if you don't know what a gator is, well, that's just too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my fellow ladies... thank you, thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to hear that my life as a mom and wife is not too far from any of yours. And that the struggles, that I have thought were only mine, turn out to be yours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again thank you, for the food, the space, the friendship and the sharing. We need to do it again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307366524680536689-1750270323157159120?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/1750270323157159120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/07/playdates-and-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/1750270323157159120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/1750270323157159120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/07/playdates-and-fun.html' title='Playdates and Fun!'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-5696445475260916834</id><published>2009-07-12T19:00:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:23:18.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherrios, Sesame Street &amp; Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SlqV2RvyoiI/AAAAAAAAADw/P1nOckxkyrw/s1600-h/Cherrios_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357759466419954210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SlqV2RvyoiI/AAAAAAAAADw/P1nOckxkyrw/s400/Cherrios_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It really is the world's greatest food. It can keep an 8 month old busy endlessly. Man she loves theses things. At least I know that they are good for her, and that it has plenty of positives. First she will have no cholestrol, lol. Two, she is practicing that pincher finger skill. Three, she's learning self-motivation. It's tough working on getting those sometimes slippery suckers into her moving mouth. :) Four, she loves them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SlqWxDBe5pI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mpCK0-cuRG0/s1600-h/Sesamecast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357760476079908498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SlqWxDBe5pI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mpCK0-cuRG0/s400/Sesamecast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't believe that it's been forty years for these guys! I loved Sesame Street when I was growing up. Cookie, the Count, Kermit, Grover, Big Bird, Gordon, Luis, Maria and everyone else like Slimey, Snuffy, and Barkley. I have many a found memory watching it in the morning, and even as I was in college I'd catch an episode (though they weren't the same).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching a Capitol Fourth on the 4th, waiting for the fireworks to start. Big Bird appeared on screen, and began singing... his friends Elmo, Oscar, Cookie, Rosita, and Abbicadabbi were all there too. Sarah was entranced. She giggled, and laughed, and scooted ever closer with each song and conversation. It was a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always miss Sesame Street in the morning, 'cause we would much rather sleep in, but the great thing is On Demand. We can watch old episodes there, whenever we have time. Online we can do this too. But the best part of the website is we can watch the episodes and clips from when I was little... and that is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so amazing to know something that I grew up with that was wonderful, and educational and safe, is still going strong some 30 years later. It makes me happy to be able to go back to the neighborhood, and feel as if I never left. Even better I get to take my kiddo with me this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SlqV2TwB33I/AAAAAAAAAD4/HI_mzUJVjMc/s1600-h/summer+naps_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 403px; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357759466957823858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SlqV2TwB33I/AAAAAAAAAD4/HI_mzUJVjMc/s400/summer+naps_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the whole point of summer... enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307366524680536689-5696445475260916834?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/5696445475260916834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/07/cherrios-sesame-street-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/5696445475260916834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/5696445475260916834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/07/cherrios-sesame-street-summer.html' title='Cherrios, Sesame Street &amp; Summer'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SlqV2RvyoiI/AAAAAAAAADw/P1nOckxkyrw/s72-c/Cherrios_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-800117646800850272</id><published>2009-07-01T17:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:24:19.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothfairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have always believed in the Toothfairy. What isn't to love about her? She brings you surprises, and makes things like loosing teeth, fun. But I always wondered what happened to the teeth she took away in exchange for all those shiny coins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years after I lost my baby teeth, I finally found out what happened to them. She takes them, polishes them up and gives them to little babies, 'cause babies need to have baby teeth. Duh?! Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's what we believe in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Toothfairy in all her glory has come to pay a visit to little ol' Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SkwR6M8BzgI/AAAAAAAAADo/AdtOzjOIojo/s1600-h/Teeth_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353673748639763970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SkwR6M8BzgI/AAAAAAAAADo/AdtOzjOIojo/s400/Teeth_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am so excited to see her with that little tooth. For those wondering its her right center bottom. She didn't have it last night, so it cut through today. The Toothfairy must have blessed her with it at nap this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a few tears and a bit of aggravation I have still not caught a great picture of this new little addition, but I rest assured that we will see it soon enough in all it's glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Since mommy spent the better part of twenty minutes trying to coax it out for a picture, Sarah is now insisting on having the cold teething ring in her mouth indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, the things I do for a picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well one down and 19 to go, not that they need to all come in a week or anything... (just a note to the Toothfairy).&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/307366524680536689-800117646800850272?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/800117646800850272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/07/toothfairy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/800117646800850272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/800117646800850272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/07/toothfairy.html' title='Toothfairy'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SkwR6M8BzgI/AAAAAAAAADo/AdtOzjOIojo/s72-c/Teeth_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-2231987359045961214</id><published>2009-06-29T21:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:24:46.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay I am still trying to find a blog background that works for me, and is unique. I will keep working on it, but I think it is pretty cool that I got the header to be transparent... mostly. Man I wish I paid more attention to Html coding. Okay, I will just have to learn as I go. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307366524680536689-2231987359045961214?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/2231987359045961214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/2231987359045961214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/2231987359045961214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing.html' title='Changing...'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-3609692838600185874</id><published>2009-06-28T18:26:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:27:09.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Have Been Up To!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SkhLgx2wd-I/AAAAAAAAACw/sAp0X463WkM/s1600-h/Seven+Months_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352611183640737762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SkhLgx2wd-I/AAAAAAAAACw/sAp0X463WkM/s400/Seven+Months_edited-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We have been up to a few things since the last time I wrote. Sarah is now seven months. I can't believe it. Time passes so quickly. A few of the the things she likes to do now are... laughing, she has quite a sense of humor. She loves to crawl, and stand and get into everything. She definitely would rather walk then crawl, if she could just figure how to get herself up. Toes are fascinating... and tasty (eeww!), and can be polished (not painted). The iron headboard can be hours of entertainment, especially when mommy is exhausted, and just wants her to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SkhLgkTDDvI/AAAAAAAAACo/IpV1jHQQn5o/s1600-h/Crackers_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352611180001300210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SkhLgkTDDvI/AAAAAAAAACo/IpV1jHQQn5o/s400/Crackers_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; She loves food. Crackers were a big hit and defintely a great adventure each and everytime. She is picking up some great signs - milk, water, eat, MORE (she loves this one...). You can tell her little mind is just going, going, going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 422px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352610969638650210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SkhLUUorwWI/AAAAAAAAACg/YIzkR2oNHTg/s400/Care+Bears_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She spent a good twenty minutes last night "chasing" this Care Bear in circles on the tile. Every time she would reach for it... it would slide off to the side. She was deeply amused. (Man who didn't love Care Bears, I'm so excited we kept some of these toys - Thanks Nonna) She is also learning to share willingly. She plays with everyone from peek-a-boo, to where'd it go. She absolutely loves Duke, and is constantly enticing him, even when he tries to herd her with his barking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352630403652271442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Skhc_h-mPVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IkypREIwY-Q/s400/DSCN1877_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Steve's brother Chris, stopped down from Utah, and spent the evening visiting with us. It was an unexpected surprise, but Sarah was definitely fascinated with her Daddy's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For Father's Day we made Daddy a card, and Sarah worked hard to eat the pen and the card and sign it at the same time. Thanks to Ms. Kelli, we finally put together the picture frame from Valentine's Day and add a Daddy and daughter pic to it. I think it turned out too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Auntie came and watched her while Mommy and Daddy went and moved classrooms for hopefully the last time in a long while. (More to come on that in another post) We spent time with Nonna, and of course doing our favorite thing... shopping, which gained us a great new pal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352635574322238994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SkhhsgOYlhI/AAAAAAAAADI/rQMRDAs4mmM/s400/alphabete+cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It says all the letters of the alphabet, all the sounds, colors, and plays the tune ABC's if you pull the string, which she does constantly because she has a thing for cords (see the next pic). But it also plays 26 songs... I don't know whether to be happy about that or terrified. And for those of you crazy people... if you try to make it say a bad word... it responds with a "that tickles" instead of finishing the word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352630409477168482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Skhc_3rXHWI/AAAAAAAAADA/v5u27HJ8zII/s400/DSCN1995_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lastly, yep here is my cherub trying to attack the camera cord. She can find a cord a million miles away, and knows that it drives everyone crazy when she puts them in her mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's been a busy couple of days... but man, it's never dull!&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/307366524680536689-3609692838600185874?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/3609692838600185874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-we-have-been-up-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/3609692838600185874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/3609692838600185874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-we-have-been-up-to.html' title='What We Have Been Up To!'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SkhLgx2wd-I/AAAAAAAAACw/sAp0X463WkM/s72-c/Seven+Months_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-8099003489866264221</id><published>2009-06-16T14:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:28:06.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Wrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SjgNkj4BhuI/AAAAAAAAACY/fvRGedN5uU4/s1600-h/bubblewrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348039479259137762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SjgNkj4BhuI/AAAAAAAAACY/fvRGedN5uU4/s400/bubblewrap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; I am going to invest in good 'ole bubblewrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for packing or sending an expensive object across the country, but for my Daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last week she has bunked her head on more things that you can imagine. She has even rolled off the bed (mind you this is the third time if you are keeping track), been imprinted by the carseat, and been wacked in the head by the "boys" of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning I placed her in her crib to run and grab the camera. She was just in a good mood and the light was right, so we were going to do a photo shoot. I come upstairs to find her trying to stand in the crib... no biggie. I walk over to Hooray her again, and boom, her little feet slip out from underneath her, and she bunks on the crib. UGh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for her and me, I believe God has bubble wrapped her himself. Except for a tiny bruise on the forehead, from wacking it on the wall as she was standing and playing, she has come away unscathed from all incidents this week. Astounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the otherhand, am just about to lose it. How will she ever make it to a ripe 'ole age at this rate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone with a young child, mentioned to me you feel as if you have put dent in the brand new car when kids get hurt. Taking them to the doctor over it is like saying... did I break it, can you fix it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far we have been blessed. I know I can't keep her free of a few accidents, but I've decided if God has wrapped her, I will just trust, with a little diligence on the parental part, we will continue to keep her safe, except for a few bumps and bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/10/03/Bubblewrap460.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/artblog/2007/oct/04/poptastic&amp;amp;usg=__cc68TV_6XW54ZQwNtz2Ig8DvIQc=&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=460&amp;amp;sz=84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=tLChEX-b1Lu_gM:&amp;amp;tbnh=83&amp;amp;tbnw=128&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbubblewrap%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4DKUS_enUS308%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307366524680536689-8099003489866264221?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/8099003489866264221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubble-wrap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/8099003489866264221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/8099003489866264221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubble-wrap.html' title='Bubble Wrap'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SjgNkj4BhuI/AAAAAAAAACY/fvRGedN5uU4/s72-c/bubblewrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-3796530074345080784</id><published>2009-06-08T20:37:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:28:34.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RaNDoMs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ugh! It erased... so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307366524680536689-3796530074345080784?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/3796530074345080784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/06/randoms.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/3796530074345080784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/3796530074345080784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/06/randoms.html' title='RaNDoMs'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-1980783332937735227</id><published>2009-06-04T20:24:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:30:19.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today, I decided to do a few pictures of this girl of ours. I just wanted to show how a normal morning looked, and to capture the fact that she had learned to sit up all on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343679838050427330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SiiQgCxpocI/AAAAAAAAABU/PhDYR0SAUM0/s400/DSCN1820+edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So here she is enjoying her toys and doing her best to show how good she is at sitting unassisted. She watched some TV, thanks to Daddy she already has some primetime choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343680691329141890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SiiRRtfJjII/AAAAAAAAABc/iWxuhJYcxCc/s400/DSCN1842-edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then she proceeded to give us a grin or two, and I should have known that this one meant she was up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343680692884187426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SiiRRzR5qSI/AAAAAAAAABk/jKLN2mKqtiY/s400/DSCN1822+edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She was....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my six and half month old, not only learned to sit up unassisted, but she decided that she would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;CRAWL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343680698656188482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SiiRSIyDaEI/AAAAAAAAABs/SABExpeqa_U/s400/DSCN1857+edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I cannot believe it! She has been scooting and army crawling for weeks, but seriously?! She got up on all fours, turned towards me and MOVED. With tears I grabbed her and hurrayed the craziness out of her. Daddy was right there too, and that just makes it the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then of course I was in hot pursuit of catching it on camera, and as you can see in the above picture, once she does something she doesn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Note: I have caught nearly everything on camera... rolling, sitting, crawling...etc. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has the time gone? She was just a little bug a few months ago, and now she's a crawler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope she slows down a bit, I want to keep her my &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; girl a while longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Did I mention this afternoon she has taken to pulling up?&lt;br /&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/307366524680536689-1980783332937735227?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/1980783332937735227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/06/milestones.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/1980783332937735227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/1980783332937735227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/06/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SiiQgCxpocI/AAAAAAAAABU/PhDYR0SAUM0/s72-c/DSCN1820+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-5409230477452846226</id><published>2009-05-29T19:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:31:00.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super 6 Months in Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SiCXrnPt78I/AAAAAAAAABM/aNBN_4a7ltE/s1600-h/6months_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341435933586485186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SiCXrnPt78I/AAAAAAAAABM/aNBN_4a7ltE/s400/6months_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Goodness I love this kid~ :)&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/307366524680536689-5409230477452846226?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/5409230477452846226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-6-months-in-photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/5409230477452846226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/5409230477452846226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-6-months-in-photo.html' title='Super 6 Months in Photo'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/SiCXrnPt78I/AAAAAAAAABM/aNBN_4a7ltE/s72-c/6months_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-3276899389681885091</id><published>2009-05-25T23:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:31:47.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/ShuHGOxDOYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6GiR5BYG8jU/s1600-h/DSCI0810_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340010324290648450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/ShuHGOxDOYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6GiR5BYG8jU/s400/DSCI0810_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's amazing how one small little thing can change every little bit in your life. I wake up each day to her beautiful smile and silly laugh, much to do with my hair I assume, but a laugh just the same. She giggles and hides as her dad comes in from work, and she has even picked up the crying when he leaves. The day is filled with changing diapers, keeping her happy, which doesn't take much, feeding her and just revolving around her. We spend more time wondering what she'll wear, what she'll eat, what she'll need next. The "we" is really her, I think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God everyday that she is happy and healthy, and it breaks my heart for the parents who are not as lucky, or take the beauty of their children for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really begin to see your purpose in life and eternity in your children's eyes. The things that were once important are small compared to them. Everything in life becomes them, and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping for many more mornings, evenings, afternoons, and times inbetween here and eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307366524680536689-3276899389681885091?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/3276899389681885091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-months-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/3276899389681885091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/3276899389681885091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-months-and-counting.html' title='6 months and counting'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/ShuHGOxDOYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6GiR5BYG8jU/s72-c/DSCI0810_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-7259289311348963324</id><published>2009-05-25T08:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:05:13.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Elusive Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You would think that at this time of the economy's craziness finding a car would not be that difficult. They share on the news the wealth of the cars they have to sell. They fill lots all over the valley, and just plain take up space. I even heard if they sold all those vehicles at cost, we would have enough money to balance the state budget this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, we &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; looking for a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe it when you hear as your pregnant, but kids bring on stuff. Lots of stuff. Outrageous amounts of stuff. On top of that most of their stuff is not as small as them. I think there should be a rule, that your stuff may not out size you, but I don't think I would win that one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as our daughter got ready to turn the half year point, we decided that more kids would only bring more stuff, and that meant no one would fit in the car, let alone just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have looked for nearly a month. True that the people we have looking aren't doing a fabulous job. With all that inventory, you think that they would want to move it, and therefore would be apt to actually provide some assistance in getting it to a willing, and eager buyer, but we still don't have a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even began the pursuit this last week on our own, since I know that we can do it better. We even went to dealerships at noon, the hottest time of the day, and therefore hopefully a quick pick to sell, but the dealerships didn't even have a good clue of what they wanted to sell or how much they wanted to sell for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will keep looking since we don't need the car right away, nor do we have more kids on the way, but at this rate both those things may come before we find the vehicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307366524680536689-7259289311348963324?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/7259289311348963324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/05/elusive-search.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/7259289311348963324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/7259289311348963324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/05/elusive-search.html' title='An Elusive Search'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307366524680536689.post-5454375580265306166</id><published>2009-05-22T23:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:04:28.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and it begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Really do I have anyone who will read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe a few, but if nothing else I can share with those who are near or far the happenings of a young family, the general chaos of a normal day, and the thoughts that run through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, there's always photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307366524680536689-5454375580265306166?l=sr3duke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/feeds/5454375580265306166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/5454375580265306166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307366524680536689/posts/default/5454375580265306166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sr3duke.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-it-begins.html' title='and it begins...'/><author><name>The Rollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07010593864156045891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lKznr5Jp8lk/Siv4QxsOHPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-1IK_R1MvxA/S220/DSCN0739.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
