<?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-4390402990704458003</id><updated>2011-10-14T15:30:26.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thompsons</title><subtitle type='html'>These are the adventures of a family of three,with baby boy Thompson on the way! We love God and take life as it comes.  With a sense of humor and lots of love...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-1178394575486332144</id><published>2011-10-14T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:30:27.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>I had the day off and finally am motivated to get this blog crackin!&lt;br /&gt;Last post was almost a year ago when I talked about trying to get back into blogging-hmmm, that worked out, not.&amp;nbsp; I had this wonderful post all planned but then started playing with templates and layouts.&amp;nbsp; So now that Ayla's nap is coming to an end and Brett is on his way home my post is oh so short :)&lt;br /&gt;We have had an amazing year!&amp;nbsp; Ayla is a smart, strong willed, energetic, creative 3 year old.&amp;nbsp; Playing make believe is Ayla's current favorite.&amp;nbsp; Disney princesses and any sort of scenario where she is the "mommy".&amp;nbsp; There is so so so much more to say about Ayla, but duty calls.&lt;br /&gt;Clearly the biggest news is baby #2 on the way.&amp;nbsp; I will soon post prego pics of me at 20 weeks and baby BOY's ultrasound...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-1178394575486332144?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/1178394575486332144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=1178394575486332144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/1178394575486332144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/1178394575486332144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2011/10/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-7309763098314404933</id><published>2010-12-30T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:10:25.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556612186202793106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TR0NV9k5ZJI/AAAAAAAABDU/Rq_NfX2BIGk/s320/Winter%2B2010%2B203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started this post overwhelmed realizing I haven't posted since September and have TONS of pics that include Halloween and Thanksgiving. Well, anyone reading this blog can see those on FB if you haven't yet. So then I decided just a Christmas update would suffice. Well, I did a horrible job this year of taking photos where people are looking at the camera. I would have loved to get group shots of all our loved ones at all 6, yes SIX family Christmas get togethers, but I was having way too much fun enjoying Ayla and the holidays through her eyes. We started at my Aunty Cindy's with my dad's side of the family ont he 23rd, then Christmas eve spent time with Scott, Jon, (Brett's bro and fiance) and Gramma Daryl at her house, ending the night at Brett's uncle Tom's with all his mom's side. Christmas day we had a great morning just the three of us then headed to my mom's to join my sister and my mom. The day after Christmas we spent the morning with Papa, Vicki, and Scott and Jon, then headed to Brett's gramma's, then ending that night back at my mom's to celebrate with my mom's side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The holidays are always tough without my dad. Ayla has brought that joy back to us. Praise God for that. Christmas celebrates Christ's birth and is a time to reconnect with family and spend quality time together. We could have easily been, and at times were, very tired and overwhelmed, but neverending Christmas with a two year old makes that impossible. This should sum it up:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556612182200228818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TR0NVuqnG9I/AAAAAAAABDM/RtCTsesYFwI/s320/Winter%2B2010%2B163.JPG" /&gt; Ayla is currently obsessed with everything girly! My mom got her the tu-tu. Wow, I never would have know my daughter would tend to those things.  However, she still has her rough and tough side and I felt the need to remind my mom in case she was worried that Ayla loves to climb, climb, climb.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I made this:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556614907400026946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TR0P0W03-0I/AAAAAAAABD0/W9WgSBJ2mzY/s320/climbing.jpg" /&gt;Which did this:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556612203633370930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TR0NW-gq5zI/AAAAAAAABDs/UF8INSdAn3o/s320/Winter%2B2010%2B177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you mom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-7309763098314404933?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/7309763098314404933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=7309763098314404933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7309763098314404933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7309763098314404933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holiday.html' title='A Happy Holiday!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TR0NV9k5ZJI/AAAAAAAABDU/Rq_NfX2BIGk/s72-c/Winter%2B2010%2B203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-3795214592156833114</id><published>2010-09-05T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:25:18.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at it...</title><content type='html'>Well, school is just around the corner. Brett and I went back last week for meeting. Kids arrive this week. I almost titled this post - to blog or not to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go back and forth about continuing our blog. Most of my blog stalkers see pics and such on facebook. We started this blog for everyone to see pics and hear updates of pregnancy and then continued that with Ayla's first year. During that year this blog saved me! I was able to use it as an outlet and get feedback on the joys and hard times of a first time mommy. When I went back to work it became much more sporadic and has now become something that hangs over my head while I say to myself "I need to update the blog!" I LOVE reading the blogs of my friends. I look almost daily for updates to their blogs. So, I am going to try and have a much more positive outlook on this blog, updated it more often, I mean I know all of you wake up daily going "man, I wish Alicia would update her dang blog!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets start with this: My little girl is 2. 2! When did that happen?! She is so much fun, quite the handful, but we are having a blast. She is developing an imagination and a great sense of humor.  Like most two year olds struggles to share, and wants to be the boss.  She has started calling me "mom" instead of "mommy" - yikes!   Loves to run, jump, build, read, be creative, and watch Dora. Everyday she is learning something new. She is so curious and is asking question after question. We are loving it. Right now her favorites are "whats dat sound?" "oh no, what happen?" and "what dat mommmy". She has developed a furrowed brow that she uses when she is not happy with what we are saying. We use our big green chair for "time outs" and that for now is working - we'll see. She definitely pushes the limits. She is so so smart. She can count to 10 and sings most of the ABC's! Not really interested in going on her potty, still sleeps  in her crib -12 hours straight and naps for 2, with her raggedy, mangles sleep sack though ;) She is startng to love dressing up in my clothes and shoes, loves getting her nails painted and putting my hair bands in her  hair.   She loves wrapping up her baby dolls in blankies and sing them to sleep.  She is the perfect combo of on active tough kid and sweet little girl...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513557443800919346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TIQXSHZ27TI/AAAAAAAABAw/oPM-q7h2meM/s320/end+of+summer+2010+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513557435546758786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TIQXRop6boI/AAAAAAAABAo/CugOY-GDvE4/s320/end+of+summer+2010+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513557446638763698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TIQXSR-c_rI/AAAAAAAABA4/n1fepR2M8eM/s320/end+of+summer+2010+108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to work means a new babysitter for Ayla. I am only teaching part time. Periods 4,5,6. I don't need to be in until 11 and can leave by 3. We found an AMAZING in home day care where a few of my teacher friends take their kids. So far it is going well. As well as can be expected. I am very proud to say Ayla has become a mommy's girl! Having spent the first 2 years of her life a daddy's girl I am happy I am in the #1 spot. So dropping her off is torture as I have to peel her off me screaming. Everyday gets easier though. The girl has to try right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-3795214592156833114?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/3795214592156833114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=3795214592156833114' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3795214592156833114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3795214592156833114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-at-it.html' title='Back at it...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TIQXSHZ27TI/AAAAAAAABAw/oPM-q7h2meM/s72-c/end+of+summer+2010+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-8608118614069463212</id><published>2010-07-16T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:11:18.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494735740353942882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEE5CyJwlWI/AAAAAAAABAY/AjyZYRcr5v0/s320/ayla+and+aunty.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am happy to say that we have been making the most of our summer together! Ayla is almost 2 and we decided it was time she experienced all the fun summer festivities we loved when we were kids. We purchased all the appropriate season passes (Wild Waves and zoo) and have already used them much to our advantage. We also had my sister in town from Boston and family in town from Montana so we had a small Brown family reunion (mom's dad's - my maternal grandpa's side of the family).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayla's 1st rides!!! We hit up Wild Waves today - just the rides though. We were a little nervous that Ayla would get scared or really squirmy. However she again amazed us with her fearlessness and loved the rides. We had no lines and at times she was the only one on the rides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is driving her boat:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494728386956170962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEyWwnHFtI/AAAAAAAAA_4/PdvhlBKSZAw/s320/wild+waves+6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her fire truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494728283422897602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEyQu62tcI/AAAAAAAAA_w/8oQhlSAN6s8/s320/wild+waves+5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ferris wheel with mommy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494731287806963298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEE0_nH1bmI/AAAAAAAABAA/-qvEpFnrAPs/s320/wild+waves+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That spaceship ride (?????) with daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEyQF_1lKI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/AilJlTBmsFc/s1600/wild+waves+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494728272437941410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEyQF_1lKI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/AilJlTBmsFc/s320/wild+waves+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is driving her car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEyP9YGCMI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/D9_KQweP-Es/s1600/wild+waves+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494728270123763906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEyP9YGCMI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/D9_KQweP-Es/s320/wild+waves+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also rode the choo choo and the carousel. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brown family reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Nick and I holding up the giant king crab legs we ate for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727988224135394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEx_jN_EOI/AAAAAAAAA_I/U0WpyZgYn9M/s320/crab+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina, Mom, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727983997680546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEx_TeUe6I/AAAAAAAAA_A/hnf6cv-O0N8/s320/Brown+Family+reunion+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Scooby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727981630909298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEx_KqCa3I/AAAAAAAAA-4/UjtRilwO-i8/s320/Brown+Family+reunion+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole fam damily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727975740462706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEx-0tpVnI/AAAAAAAAA-w/zS8Vj97vo4g/s320/Brown+Family+reunion+014-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick (her nephew) and Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEx-rrIIhI/AAAAAAAAA-o/8bPLSOFgA0U/s1600/Brown+Family+reunion+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727973313978898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEx-rrIIhI/AAAAAAAAA-o/8bPLSOFgA0U/s320/Brown+Family+reunion+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Scooby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEExpdgQvXI/AAAAAAAAA-g/NKFDQWTpnyE/s1600/Brown+Family+reunion+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727608733056370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEExpdgQvXI/AAAAAAAAA-g/NKFDQWTpnyE/s320/Brown+Family+reunion+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayla and her 2nd (possibly 3rd???) cousin Amelia. She is my mom's cousin's daughter's daughter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727589206346194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEExoUwuydI/AAAAAAAAA-I/6tBroF_8W9s/s320/Brown+Family+reunion+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and our 2nd cousin Kaylee (possibly 3rd????). Her mom is my mom's cousin :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727579839807458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEExnx3kv-I/AAAAAAAAA-A/51Kk077q4Ao/s320/Brown+Family+reunion+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And simply, the cake&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727599505785122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEExo7ITwSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/x2dmaviZjC4/s320/Brown+Family+reunion+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Northwest Trek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I must admit that in past visits I have seen little, if any of the famed wildlife at Northwest Trek. So much to my surprise we saw TONS yesterday. Including the moose - Ayla's favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEExMg2yjbI/AAAAAAAAA94/0YOirQHiz1I/s1600/northwest+trek+July+2010+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727111416647090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEExMg2yjbI/AAAAAAAAA94/0YOirQHiz1I/s320/northwest+trek+July+2010+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayla was LOVING the tram ride. She was pointing and screaming at every animal (and rock and duck and bug). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727106687435554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEExMPPQgyI/AAAAAAAAA9w/OmRrwbOcgxE/s320/northwest+trek+July+2010+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyla, Ayla and Grant checking out the insects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727096005256754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEExLncbZjI/AAAAAAAAA9o/whXfYbScLJo/s320/northwest+trek+July+2010+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Turtle Pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh, should I get in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494726718598577778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEw1pfqfnI/AAAAAAAAA9I/ePLnKSiqx1k/s320/ayla+turtle+pool+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, I kinda like this&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEExLOI1EBI/AAAAAAAAA9g/1pl3BtkSLtw/s1600/ayla+turtle+pool+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727089212166162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEExLOI1EBI/AAAAAAAAA9g/1pl3BtkSLtw/s320/ayla+turtle+pool+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just relaxin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727083966143282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEExK6mFGzI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/nJyryoDBokg/s320/ayla+turtle+pool+2.jpg" /&gt; Two (she pronounces it "do") blocks mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEw1nywVrI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/vmMnB9Zfw1E/s1600/ayla+turtle+pool+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494726718141781682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEw1nywVrI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/vmMnB9Zfw1E/s320/ayla+turtle+pool+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Which pales in comparison to this: &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494735547517133170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEE43jx4YXI/AAAAAAAABAI/QfH-FEdz9cg/s320/kiddy+pool+oasis.jpg" /&gt;the awesome water jungle at my mom's.  It even has a slide (not in pic because Ayla kept moving it and sliding onto the grass instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mariner's Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This game vs the Yankess was possibly the most boring live sporting event I have every attended. EVER. So we took pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEw0wt_UJI/AAAAAAAAA84/EldNoEfxjVY/s1600/m%27s+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494726703357841554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEw0wt_UJI/AAAAAAAAA84/EldNoEfxjVY/s320/m%27s+game.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEw0jIgl_I/AAAAAAAAA8w/zjSvFGIPIWM/s1600/m%27s+game+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494726699710978034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEEw0jIgl_I/AAAAAAAAA8w/zjSvFGIPIWM/s320/m%27s+game+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our other fave summer activity is walking to the elementary school right by our house and let Ayla do her thing. 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TEE5CyJwlWI/AAAAAAAABAY/AjyZYRcr5v0/s72-c/ayla+and+aunty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-5940269624232299681</id><published>2010-07-05T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:28:44.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wenatchee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brett, Ayla and I made a trip over to Wenatchee for a visit - friends and sunshine!  Us girls were college roommates and so were the boys.  We all now have kids of our own (including Janet and Joe who couldn't be there, they are in Ethiopia picking up their little girl Elyana!) and it so fun to get together and share this chapter of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKs8s1ciiI/AAAAAAAAA7g/XLlWJ9vg2Pk/s1600/Summer+take+1+(june)+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKuaeJEIYI/AAAAAAAAA8o/pPdoJoAeFxE/s1600/Summer+take+1+(june)+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490642665508970882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKuaeJEIYI/AAAAAAAAA8o/pPdoJoAeFxE/s320/Summer+take+1+(june)+109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left:  Justin, Jeni and Abby Harris (Wenatchee), Sarah, Johhny, John, and Emma Pell (Greensboro, NC), Brett, Alicia, and Ayla Thompson (Auburn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A trip to the park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKuZ1y0RbI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Cs7lEbPE2K8/s1600/Summer+take+1+(june)+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490642654678238642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKuZ1y0RbI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Cs7lEbPE2K8/s320/Summer+take+1+(june)+103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Sarah, and Johnny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKuZS5_7BI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/vIxBNSwkGls/s1600/Summer+take+1+(june)+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490642645313121298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKuZS5_7BI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/vIxBNSwkGls/s320/Summer+take+1+(june)+099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John and Emma - typical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490642620087936034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKuX072JCI/AAAAAAAAA8I/W68igHdrJcg/s320/Summer+take+1+(june)+089.JPG" /&gt;Brett and John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490642636299599858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKuYxVAf_I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/i5FbBfhzLlI/s320/Summer+take+1+(june)+095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKs_B1VoTI/AAAAAAAAA8A/FNWdoocIqlU/s1600/Summer+take+1+(june)+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490641094541943090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKs_B1VoTI/AAAAAAAAA8A/FNWdoocIqlU/s320/Summer+take+1+(june)+076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKs-keZ0EI/AAAAAAAAA74/e55BuyQJKkc/s1600/Summer+take+1+(june)+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490641086661120066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKs-keZ0EI/AAAAAAAAA74/e55BuyQJKkc/s320/Summer+take+1+(june)+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKs9wm3YlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/l8hK669S0Dw/s1600/Summer+take+1+(june)+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490641072737968722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKs9wm3YlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/l8hK669S0Dw/s320/Summer+take+1+(june)+050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKs9dMNc6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/RSWk4y1NHsw/s1600/Summer+take+1+(june)+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490641067525895074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKs9dMNc6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/RSWk4y1NHsw/s320/Summer+take+1+(june)+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma and Ayla playing nicely :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490641054545512994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TDKs8s1ciiI/AAAAAAAAA7g/XLlWJ9vg2Pk/s320/Summer+take+1+(june)+048.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ayla and Emma SHARING!!! Tough for an almost 2 year old and a almost 3 year old. But, by the end of the trip they were dancing and hugging each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We loved the sunshine and time with friends.  Can't wait to meet up with Joe, Janet, and Elyana on the 14th to welcome home Elyana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4390402990704458003-5940269624232299681?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/5940269624232299681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=5940269624232299681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5940269624232299681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Brett</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Happy Father's Day everyone!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e7e6ca31260ab2a8" 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" 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However, school is out - finally!!!!! So I will hopefully do a better job on keeping you all up to date on the Thompsons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In no particular order. Our spring happenings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Father's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayla and her daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is definitely a daddy's girl.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486861661339393042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCU_nD_YHBI/AAAAAAAAA6w/AqUpdRxS5bY/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+200.JPG" /&gt;Brett's grandpa Bobby, Brett's dad Preston, Brett and Ayla&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486861658229101218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCU_m4Z00qI/AAAAAAAAA6o/mPd9Luwtz5A/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayla's new tricycle. She LOVES it. I think she likes the helmet even more though. After a crying fit at Target because she couldn't wear the helmet in the store we put it on as soon as we got home. She didn't take it off for another couple of hours...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486861169788275602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCU_Kc0dS5I/AAAAAAAAA6A/J-MJulGrlZQ/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486871025197501618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCVIIHFHzLI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/2B3VnCKFhRY/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486861180697538834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCU_LFdbcRI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/BhCrf_MrVxU/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+144.JPG" /&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 align="center"&gt;A visit from Aunty. Ayla is so in love with her. She even let my sister paint her toenails!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486860473190598706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCU-h5yoSDI/AAAAAAAAA5w/KD1yfIwxRng/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486861164677551378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCU_KJx91RI/AAAAAAAAA54/rjPJO8BiLqQ/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got Ayla this Hummer for Christmas. With the sun finally arriving Ayla has gotten to take it for a spin a couple of times. As you can see she takes driving VERY seriously, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486860465993380962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCU-he-rdGI/AAAAAAAAA5o/sieM6NsS5TY/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486860458489182914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCU-hDBiesI/AAAAAAAAA5g/YXGHWRbJy3g/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484985494916083314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TB6VPzakrnI/AAAAAAAAA4w/wPa4GbGfdhs/s320/ayla+reaching.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at Daryl's House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayla playing hide and seek with Brett's uncle Bob and aunt Bonnie. She was having so much fun with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486860452679683698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCU-gtYcjnI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/DgOF5UETFlY/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really the best woman in the world, to her friends the best friend, to her brothers and sisters the best sister, to her mom the best daughter, to Brett the best mother in law, to me the best mom, to my dad the best wife, and to Ayla the best grandma. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486861665715217410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCU_nUSp5AI/AAAAAAAAA64/7nKJZhsvsdE/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wheel barrow ride from daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486860446589242050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCU-gWsXysI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/mulAQyjgR4w/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clapping with Brett's cousing Bronte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484985527231478306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TB6VRrzKeiI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Qqtlxacms3U/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating a cupcake with grammy. My mom made my favorite cherry chip cupcakes for Mother's Day and obviously Ayla is a huge fan too:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484985511383029826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TB6VQwwmWEI/AAAAAAAAA5A/3-usov88WpM/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayla's graduation from her Beasts class at Little Gym! She started as a Bird when she was 10 months old. Now approaching 2 we are going to take the Summer off and start her up again next fall when she will be a Super Beast! She started over a year ago at an army crawl, now she jumps, runs, and even walks on the balance beam. Go Ayla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486868743543087026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCVGDTQUX7I/AAAAAAAAA7I/y-AWDp_0tIU/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484983683187503026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TB6TmWM0b7I/AAAAAAAAA34/UuRKgwqqsiA/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484983675129912242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TB6Tl4LvW7I/AAAAAAAAA3w/MRz0xfjji4Y/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crawling up to the podeum to accept her Little Gym Medal!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484983693506701330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TB6Tm8pG6BI/AAAAAAAAA4A/4ie3snKU_wA/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486868750052792706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCVGDrgWmYI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/3CdhtEVR2mE/s320/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-4343340170440296181?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/4343340170440296181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=4343340170440296181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4343340170440296181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4343340170440296181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2010/06/from-mothers-day-to-fathers-day-and.html' title='From Mother&apos;s Day to Father&apos;s Day and everything in between!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/TCU_nD_YHBI/AAAAAAAAA6w/AqUpdRxS5bY/s72-c/Spring+2010,+moms+day,+fathers+day,+new+bike!+200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-125268710772482930</id><published>2010-06-19T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:26:47.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://animoto.com/play/C3tfl2cBpAj22uLlFMiAvQ"&gt;For Dad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little animoto I created for Dad on Father's Day. She sure loves her Papa and he is so good with her. I obviously need to get some photos of him and Ayla together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Brett made this for his dad :)  I can't take credit for it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-125268710772482930?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/125268710772482930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=125268710772482930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/125268710772482930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/125268710772482930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-dad.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day Papa'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-6371554553306006433</id><published>2010-04-27T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:22:07.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Lakes 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized when I started uploading pics for this post that it is the 3rd Sun Lakes post for the Thompson family blog! This trip is one that I have made since I was a baby. We reunite with all my dad's (and mom's) friends and their kids. Here are Ayla, Henry, and Titan - the 3rd generation of Sun Lake's kids. We look forward to this trip every year and now we have even more reason to do so with all these little ones running around.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465046407092056834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e-wI-_MwI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/MGVtSuT6fBY/s320/3+generations.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465045032485049282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e9gILI08I/AAAAAAAAA2I/shhSduGdYQQ/s320/DSC_0206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayla and Henry playing a little golf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The winning team. A scavenger hunt was put together that took us all over the campground tied together in groups of five by a rope. Of course we took 1st place. Ayla was there cheering us on.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465046405080350162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e-wBfW_dI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/bwMjlHoIgKU/s320/the+winning+team.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayla working on her long drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465045021868858210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e9fgoCm2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/Qr7n8T4BtiY/s320/DSC_0186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayla giving her golf flag to Henry. We had so much fun watching (and playing with) these two. I grew up with Henry's dad and now am good friends with his mommy. By the end of the weekend they were running around the campground looking for each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465045020132619202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e9faKFs8I/AAAAAAAAA14/LDD_mgPYD40/s320/DSC_0218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't keep Ayla out of the dirt. Note her constantly dirty face. We gave up on keeping her clean. I mean, we were camping - she is supposed to be dirty :) Please note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465044520287916914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e9CUF003I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/CAsn_wP4s6M/s320/DSC_0153.JPG" /&gt;Dig&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465044524006907874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e9Ch8gH-I/AAAAAAAAA1g/KyoabNOhh2s/s320/DSC_0156.JPG" /&gt;Wipe&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465044534214225474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e9DH-HbkI/AAAAAAAAA1o/DUw32k6biCI/s320/DSC_0164.JPG" /&gt;Ugh, got some in mouth&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465042223564306818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e68oIPuYI/AAAAAAAAA0I/hf4Rp0dZxVA/s320/CSC_0229.JPG" /&gt;Ha, no worries mom&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465042218264117890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e68UYlQoI/AAAAAAAAA0A/yixU_vrqAzo/s320/CSC_0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayla's first fishing trip. My dad really should have been on that boat with us. A mixed feeling of anger and sadness. He would have loved to bait up a pole and catch fish with her, just like he did with me. He would have shown her how to bait the hook, cast the line, reel it in - shouting "fish on, fish on!". Me, Brett, Ayla, Jimmy (dad's best friend), Chris, Misty, and Henry (Carpinito clan that I grew up with). Couldn't have asked for a better crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043757437062546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e8V6QAjZI/AAAAAAAAA1A/tZQ9qJEIZ_8/s320/DSC_0136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465042230003929218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e69AHkkII/AAAAAAAAA0Q/lEBGGhUZlNY/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043753696152882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e8VsUGzTI/AAAAAAAAA04/H9jlvT2wD_4/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043743519476690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e8VGZzC9I/AAAAAAAAA0w/NclbwGURvdc/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043736253178898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e8UrVYJBI/AAAAAAAAA0o/AscNnrYsP54/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465053257197054994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9fE-3nSbBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Cc87nZ-oM44/s320/me+and+ayla+reelin+one+in.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e9Bo0LzeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/rcrnf2t9VHc/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465044508671200738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e9Bo0LzeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/rcrnf2t9VHc/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-6371554553306006433?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/6371554553306006433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=6371554553306006433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6371554553306006433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6371554553306006433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2010/04/sun-lakes-2010.html' title='Sun Lakes 2010'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S9e-wI-_MwI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/MGVtSuT6fBY/s72-c/3+generations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-8639654336493583730</id><published>2010-04-15T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:39:48.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has arrived (I think)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the weather gets better and better I realize how much FUN summer is going to be. The best part of being a teacher (besides enriching the lives of our youth and making a positive impact on the work ethic of our future generations, tee hee) is summer!!!! Brett has even been able to bring Ayla out to my games and practices. She loves it , I especially love it. She just runs free. She yells "ball, ball, ball" I can't help but already see her skills developing :) So here are some of my early spring faves, Easter included...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460578920789483026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8ffmNmknhI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yXy8_fvgilo/s320/Easter+2010+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayla in her Easter dress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460578938794876770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8ffnQrZH2I/AAAAAAAAAzY/4X3jvbUiVAE/s320/Easter+2010+068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After our Easter egg hunt, she obviously hit the jackpot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460578934280138162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8ffm_2_rbI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/CTUTKLOBnNQ/s320/Easter+2010+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460578926110016690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8ffmhbFhLI/AAAAAAAAAzI/89UaMVahjTU/s320/Easter+2010+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayla was the only toddler let alone kid at our Easter celebration at Brett's moms house:( However, it means the girl makes out pretty good in the egg hunt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460579281951388818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8ff7PCR9JI/AAAAAAAAAzg/WP6OhcTd2uw/s320/Easter+2010+106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8ff7SBxEPI/AAAAAAAAAzo/DSnVL0oHQPE/s1600/Easter+2010+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460579282754539762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8ff7SBxEPI/AAAAAAAAAzo/DSnVL0oHQPE/s320/Easter+2010+113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spring means diggin in the dirt, however we still need to bundle her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8fe0spsrFI/AAAAAAAAAyw/FABBHxHjjxU/s1600/Early+spring+2010+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460578070130633810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8fe0spsrFI/AAAAAAAAAyw/FABBHxHjjxU/s320/Early+spring+2010+076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Ayla's new favorite activities is putting on mommy's shoes, she was REALLY proud here because she fianlly conquered the UGGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8fe0dXNlkI/AAAAAAAAAyo/7XXRYfmTVO4/s1600/Early+spring+2010+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460578066026567234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8fe0dXNlkI/AAAAAAAAAyo/7XXRYfmTVO4/s320/Early+spring+2010+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the big girl! Playing with some toys in the sink filled with bubbles. She is growing SO stinkin fast. Ignore the potty - it is there purely for looks. She sits with her clothes on and loves watching us go while shouting "potty potty potty". Only once has she let me take her pants and diaper off, she tinkled a teeny tiny bit. Its start, but we are defiinitely in no rush at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-69fc4e652a59bd09" 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://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D69fc4e652a59bd09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331343692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D953404ED94D9A6376E888D47FD4C84DB2CAC0DA.26E2E66B7181250E9E91FA629228E57ABA6DB846%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69fc4e652a59bd09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWalSoqVbeCbgLaLvNoRm7nsKODY&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://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D69fc4e652a59bd09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331343692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D953404ED94D9A6376E888D47FD4C84DB2CAC0DA.26E2E66B7181250E9E91FA629228E57ABA6DB846%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69fc4e652a59bd09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWalSoqVbeCbgLaLvNoRm7nsKODY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither Brett nor I have any sort of musical talent whatsoever.  I do however remembering turning anything that remotely resembled a microphone into one.  Lucky for her we have Pop Star Sing Along on the PlayStation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8fe0BZS9OI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ev_feI5Hvmw/s1600/Early+spring+2010+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460578058519114978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8fe0BZS9OI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ev_feI5Hvmw/s320/Early+spring+2010+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND this is our guitar from Guitar Hero. She straps it around herself and sings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460578046120736498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8fezTNStvI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/f9Hg0vbe9No/s320/cell+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With daddy at the park. She continues to be fearless as she begs to swing, slides down the big slide all by herself, climbs the rock wall all by herself, and even hangs on the monkey bars (for maybe 5 seconds, but we'll take it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8fezjbyH-I/AAAAAAAAAyY/PBn5bGQk4c8/s1600/Early+spring+2010+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460578050476482530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8fezjbyH-I/AAAAAAAAAyY/PBn5bGQk4c8/s320/Early+spring+2010+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is purely for your viewing pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/4390402990704458003-8639654336493583730?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/8639654336493583730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=8639654336493583730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/8639654336493583730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/8639654336493583730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-has-arrived-i-think.html' title='Spring has arrived (I think)'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S8ffmNmknhI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yXy8_fvgilo/s72-c/Easter+2010+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-5715221788817643240</id><published>2010-02-22T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:09:13.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441284220091261234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NTK0R6YTI/AAAAAAAAAv8/9Il-iSAc_XQ/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+011.JPG" /&gt;Wow, time flies! I can't believe Ayla is so quickly approaching toddler-hood. She is 29 lbs, 34 inches tall (yep thats 95% and 98% respectively). Growing like a weed and so much fun! She is becoming quite the talker, saying tons - among the most clear are: "mommy, daddy, bubbles, papa" (thats her grandpa!), "hi, bye, apples, elmo", and of course "no" and "mine". Recently when we ask her a question she can answer "ya", she used to this goofy giggle smile thing to signify yes.&lt;br /&gt;When Brett first started this blog it was him doing all the updates and pics of our pregnancy.  Then I took over and it became an updated daily blog about Ayla and my new life as a stay at home mom.  Now it is a periodic blog about Ayla and our adventures with her.  I am back to work full time this semester.  After two weeks in, I have already decided that next year I want to go completely part time.  Teach only in the mornings and be home by 1 or so!  Possibly even give up coaching.  Amazing how priorities change huh?  I miss Ayla daily and want to be more present in her daily life.  We just had a great midwinter break and I am already looking forward to spring break :)  I start coaching in a week and am worried about even less time with her.  Brett is an amazing father and she is becoming quite the daddy's girl - even pushing me away when Brett and I hug or kiss, ha!  So I know she is in good hands, plus I am hoping the weather cooperates and Ayla and Brett can visit me a lot at practice.&lt;br /&gt;Parenthood is challenging but getting easier, Ayla has so much energy and personality it is hard to complain about anything. We are approaching those terrible twos. She is becoming much more particular, especially with her clothes, food, and activities. Her socks have to be perfect, she will only feed herself, and constantly wants to be do bubbles out on the patio, going down her slide, and playing with balls. I am proud to say that everytime we see a basketball hoop she says "ba-ball"! She just moved up to the beasts group at Little Gym and is doing awesome, so close to attempting a forward roll all by herself! She is very social, studying adults and other kids, loves giving hugs and kisses. I would describe her as active, independent, strong willed, yet very loving and caring. Here are some pics of 18 month old Ayla Christina Thompson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A quick visit from aunty Scooby. Another fave of Ayla's is starfall.com. She can click on letters to make the sounds, with fun illustrations, music and activities. It is hard to tear her away so when my sister came through the front door I was sure Ayla would smile a bit and then go back to her game. However, she got up ran to my sister and held her arms out for Christina to pick Ayla up. They have a ton of fun together. Here they are snacking on some dried apples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441284194682265378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NTJVn73yI/AAAAAAAAAvk/mpADvgEzfNc/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A much needed visit from Justin, Jeni, and Abby - their 7 month old!  A beautiful morning called for a trip to the park which included Abby's first time on a swing.  It was ridiculous how many pics we took.  Getting the girls to look at the camera, let alone smile at the same time was pretty much impossible - but the mommy's and daddy's managed&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NVArYh1-I/AAAAAAAAAyE/5JeZ2J-2uWY/s1600-h/18+months,+Feb+2010+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441286244927657954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NVArYh1-I/AAAAAAAAAyE/5JeZ2J-2uWY/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285453472077634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUSm-0F0I/AAAAAAAAAw0/-RGfJ3jQRqw/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayla loves when we pile pillows on top of her then pretend to look for her.  She will pop up and start to giggle.  Oh ya and we can't really keep clothes on the girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285964774313266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUwXuxDTI/AAAAAAAAAxk/vK4VhluIDxw/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285975561685474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUw_6rSeI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ksLLY2c2lXw/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285983522299794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUxdkon5I/AAAAAAAAAx0/4MIKF1A8Az8/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285991243882050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUx6VmnkI/AAAAAAAAAx8/AfWeXSZFkGc/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of her many favorite activities.  Notice again...no clothes.  I think she enjoys climbing up the stairs on the slide more than actually sliding down.  Brave girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUwN1w_kI/AAAAAAAAAxc/sBqtPSgyBOA/s1600-h/18+months,+Feb+2010+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285962119315010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUwN1w_kI/AAAAAAAAAxc/sBqtPSgyBOA/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUU-ym6HI/AAAAAAAAAxU/J6Xhd3vznTs/s1600-h/18+months,+Feb+2010+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285494223071346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUU-ym6HI/AAAAAAAAAxU/J6Xhd3vznTs/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUUGtHqUI/AAAAAAAAAxM/t9sWRUA6h4k/s1600-h/18+months,+Feb+2010+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancing...wow, what'd ya know, no clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUT-y0DgI/AAAAAAAAAxE/bVhsnRdygHE/s1600-h/18+months,+Feb+2010+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285477044063746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUT-y0DgI/AAAAAAAAAxE/bVhsnRdygHE/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NUTMXoK5I/AAAAAAAAAw8/j_QSTR6KBGk/s1600-h/18+months,+Feb+2010+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the weather is remotely nice, Ayla begs to go outside.  We have an amazing park that we can walk to in 5 minutes.  We also have a big toy right behind our complex for the more cloudy/rainy days.  It is so great that Ayla is getting big enough to climb and play on the the jungle gyms, swing, and slide down the slides.  Patience, as with most toddlers is hard for Ayla.  We are workign on it.  Hurry up daddy!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NT1m9AJeI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Yzk7gaA6PRc/s1600-h/18+months,+Feb+2010+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441284955248272866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NT1m9AJeI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Yzk7gaA6PRc/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up mom, stop taking pictures, lets go OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NT1LG_VGI/AAAAAAAAAwU/yHAoAqlPe4c/s1600-h/18+months,+Feb+2010+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441284947773969506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NT1LG_VGI/AAAAAAAAAwU/yHAoAqlPe4c/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her furreal puppy.  When you pull the rope in his mouth he pants, growls, barks.  Sorry Ayla but this is as close to a pet as you're gonna get until we have a yard and soem space for him/her :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NT0v3kGBI/AAAAAAAAAwM/YGzGq_YUuJc/s1600-h/18+months,+Feb+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441284940461512722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NT0v3kGBI/AAAAAAAAAwM/YGzGq_YUuJc/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building with her mega bloks is another fave.  She first dumps the whole box, then picks the ones she wants.  I love to build, anything really.  Furniture, contraptions, shelves.  It is in my blood.  So I get excited to see Ayla's talents, her grandpa would be so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NTLhOYUJI/AAAAAAAAAwE/GOjcxYXlHLA/s1600-h/18+months,+Feb+2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441284232156041362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NTLhOYUJI/AAAAAAAAAwE/GOjcxYXlHLA/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing again, this time she managed to keep her clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NTKIoKCmI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Tn0l-6Qa5Bk/s1600-h/18+months,+Feb+2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441284208373402210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NTKIoKCmI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Tn0l-6Qa5Bk/s320/18+months,+Feb+2010+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-5715221788817643240?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/5715221788817643240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=5715221788817643240' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5715221788817643240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5715221788817643240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2010/02/18-months.html' title='18 months!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S4NTK0R6YTI/AAAAAAAAAv8/9Il-iSAc_XQ/s72-c/18+months,+Feb+2010+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-3766129361053641103</id><published>2010-02-08T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:30:58.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayla and the amazing flip flop bath robe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S3Dy6xMFYxI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zh-36-dfrfs/s1600-h/Ayla+January+and+February+2010+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436111841686545170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S3Dy6xMFYxI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zh-36-dfrfs/s320/Ayla+January+and+February+2010+141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S3Dy6vLYqVI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Rj-Jgp90yVw/s1600-h/Ayla+January+and+February+2010+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436111841146743122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S3Dy6vLYqVI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Rj-Jgp90yVw/s320/Ayla+January+and+February+2010+138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S3DwwOE9miI/AAAAAAAAAvM/G9ogYjJs6oM/s1600-h/Ayla+January+and+February+2010+147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S3DwwOE9miI/AAAAAAAAAvM/G9ogYjJs6oM/s320/Ayla+January+and+February+2010+147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayla escaping after her bath...My mom got her this robe to put on after swimming. Once Ayla got a glimpse of the robe it became part of her bath time routine. She goes into her bedroom to get the robe before she gets into the bath. And will freak out if we don't put it on her right after we dry her off. She runs away because she knows we want to take it off to put a diaper on her and put her in her pjs. We chase her around the house so we can get a diaper on her! She won't even let us take it off to put her lotion on. She will only take it off once we explain we need to put her pj's on and bribe her with her warm milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4390402990704458003-3766129361053641103?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/3766129361053641103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=3766129361053641103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3766129361053641103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3766129361053641103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2010/02/ayla-escaping-after-her-bath.html' title='Ayla and the amazing flip flop bath robe!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S3Dy6xMFYxI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zh-36-dfrfs/s72-c/Ayla+January+and+February+2010+141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-2658040662147373059</id><published>2010-01-11T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:47:06.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made it!  We had SO much fun with all our family and friends.  Ayla brightened up the holidays for us thats for sure!  She was a blast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scott and Christina came into town, Scott for just a couple days - Christina for 3 weeks!  Ayla really bonded with her aunty this trip, love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas morning at our place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqlnL-ISI/AAAAAAAAAu8/bYDq38F6yGQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425688107993145634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqlnL-ISI/AAAAAAAAAu8/bYDq38F6yGQ/s320/Christmas+2009+163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqlAWElXI/AAAAAAAAAu0/p9Cu88Cq0Fk/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425688097566528882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqlAWElXI/AAAAAAAAAu0/p9Cu88Cq0Fk/s320/Christmas+2009+145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425687498076243666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqCHEcxtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/yfkYYVksej8/s320/Christmas+2009+165.JPG" /&gt;I appreciate the presents and all but I am hungry mom.  She took it upon herself to grab a powdered donut out of Brett's pile of stocking stuffers!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqk453kHI/AAAAAAAAAus/QdMc7SCVEJU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425687487231531058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqBeq3mDI/AAAAAAAAAt0/agY6wmQZNGQ/s320/Christmas+2009+154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425687487608947042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqBgE2gWI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Gl8-RanlJlQ/s320/Christmas+2009+156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas Day at my mom's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425687504532684146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqCfHyPXI/AAAAAAAAAuM/kkG2XTQmGtQ/s320/Christmas+2009+168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gettin down with the Dancing Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425687511073869362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqC3fUzjI/AAAAAAAAAuU/5Tstw1cYdEE/s320/Christmas+2009+173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425688083589058178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqkMRlToI/AAAAAAAAAuc/-oWwPkl13O4/s320/Christmas+2009+175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The day after Christmas with Brett's dad, Scott and his grandparents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425688095569186930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqk453kHI/AAAAAAAAAus/QdMc7SCVEJU/s320/Christmas+2009+212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425688086740877794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqkYBCQeI/AAAAAAAAAuk/DdzAPaAZ6q8/s320/Christmas+2009+208.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas Eve at Grandma Daryl's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got her a little tikes slide.  Ayla loves it!  Goes down backwards, sideways, head first and refuses to let us help her.  Gotta love her independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425685145835146274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vn5MSeDCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/UuUUrAPWxoA/s320/Christmas+2009+082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425685151639194210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vn5h6QymI/AAAAAAAAAtU/32VRjDwq1g8/s320/Christmas+2009+092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425685163208153906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vn6NAhGzI/AAAAAAAAAtc/BV1nebJdAYo/s320/Christmas+2009+102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425685166965387170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vn6bAT76I/AAAAAAAAAtk/S-m0EGR0Am0/s320/Christmas+2009+123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few other pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vlfsiMW4I/AAAAAAAAAtE/RiS-OnIObtE/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Look at how much FUN they are having!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vlfsiMW4I/AAAAAAAAAtE/RiS-OnIObtE/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vlebEFqVI/AAAAAAAAAss/lKP-vAIFUWE/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425682486921636178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vlebEFqVI/AAAAAAAAAss/lKP-vAIFUWE/s320/Christmas+2009+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vlfsiMW4I/AAAAAAAAAtE/RiS-OnIObtE/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425682508791176066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vlfsiMW4I/AAAAAAAAAtE/RiS-OnIObtE/s320/Christmas+2009+075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helping Uncle Scott figure out his camera, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vlfLxWRaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/D05eQnoe3ng/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425682499996370338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vlfLxWRaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/D05eQnoe3ng/s320/Christmas+2009+063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vleMa3UHI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Fdqm2L9bw78/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425682482990633074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vleMa3UHI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Fdqm2L9bw78/s320/Christmas+2009+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-2658040662147373059?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/2658040662147373059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=2658040662147373059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2658040662147373059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2658040662147373059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/S0vqlnL-ISI/AAAAAAAAAu8/bYDq38F6yGQ/s72-c/Christmas+2009+163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-2132791688225509643</id><published>2009-12-23T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:28:40.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooh, Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year at this time Ayla was four months and oblivious to the large man with the beard and a red suit holding her on his lap.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh, not so much this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We waited in line for over an hour as she got to run around the mall having a blast, waving at Santa numeroud times I might add.  So I was pretty optimistic, then, as we approach him for the pic, she isn't so friendly...Are we torturing our kids by forcing them to sit on a stranger's lap?  Do we feel better only because EVERYONE on Earth does the same?  We all have that pic of us and our brothers and sisters screaming on Santa's lap.  So I suppose I shouldn't feel THAT bad right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From screaming, to pouting, to self soothing while pouting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418559384216828898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SzKXDRqae-I/AAAAAAAAAsM/22vNg-x9dIo/s320/santa+pic+copyright+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418559373824863410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SzKXCq8xrLI/AAAAAAAAAr8/GP8oHiANZbQ/s320/santa+pic+copyright+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418559381159278946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SzKXDGRb-WI/AAAAAAAAAsE/AIDvn_hXXaA/s320/santa+pic+copyright+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUCH happier when we get home.  I am glad she doesn't know how to hold grudges yet&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SzKXD8FfYQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/X4tg_2NLPAQ/s1600-h/after+santa+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418559395604685058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SzKXD8FfYQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/X4tg_2NLPAQ/s320/after+santa+2009+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SzKXDm3tOXI/AAAAAAAAAsU/MwOpcNcJcBE/s1600-h/after+santa+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418559389909727602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SzKXDm3tOXI/AAAAAAAAAsU/MwOpcNcJcBE/s320/after+santa+2009+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-2132791688225509643?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/2132791688225509643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=2132791688225509643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2132791688225509643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2132791688225509643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/12/ooooh-santa.html' title='Ooooh, Santa'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SzKXDRqae-I/AAAAAAAAAsM/22vNg-x9dIo/s72-c/santa+pic+copyright+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-6113671539571571795</id><published>2009-12-13T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:57:18.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414947285764463442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyXB3eV021I/AAAAAAAAAr0/xPlHEB97yAY/s320/298.JPG" /&gt;Ayla looking at the snow falling outside...keeping pants on this girl, by the way, is near impossible. We are lucky she has a onesie and a shirt on. Oh, and somedays she loves wearing socks and others she screams while trying to pull them off her feet, go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyXB3OjYBKI/AAAAAAAAArs/B4eU8mrPxbE/s1600-h/303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414947281526326434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyXB3OjYBKI/AAAAAAAAArs/B4eU8mrPxbE/s320/303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayla being oh so gentle with the tree and its ornaments. We debated getting a tiny one and putting on an end table, then realized how extremely lame that is. So we packed up and went to Carpinito Bros to pick out a nice big one that Ayla can really appreciate :) Surprisingly Ayla has done really well and not grabbed any of the ornaments or yanked on the lights. She will go up to the tree sniff it (Brett taught her that), point at it a little, then very gently touch an ornament or ribbon. You can just see the restraint on her face, so cute. I think she is the perfect age, if it were 3 months ago, she would have been climbing and grabbing all over the thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414947275444685554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyXB235ZivI/AAAAAAAAArk/C1zOSZ0OaV4/s320/306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, the holidays are among us. Ever since we lost my dad, honestly, I have tended to dread this time of year. What used to be my favorite time of year became quite the opposite. Demands of family and friends becomes too much sometimes and the busy chaos all around us can frustrate me. My perspecitve has become much more positive though, when I look at Ayla and see the excited smile on her face as she points to the tree and when she sees me plug in the Christmas lights. I have this precious little girl who brings joy to so many, from the perfect stranger to our closest family members. And that pit in my stomach when December approaches has shrunk tremendously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The joy she brings to my mom is extra special to me. What used to be an annual trip for my mom and I to the Victorian Country Christmas has now become an annual trip for the three of us! Ayla was so intrigued by all the people, decorations, lights, and Christmas goodies, she loved it. We went outside to let her run free and it started snowing! I look over and see the huge smile on my mom's face as she is looking down at Ayla (who is looking up with eyes fluttering as the snow hits her little pink face). A perfect moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As each year comes, new traditions begin and although things will never be the same, I am looking forward to the new stories and memories that we will create each holiday season. Like these ones of Ayla and her cousins Grant and Kyla during Thanksgiving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWz7geJWxI/AAAAAAAAArM/QROANb6TYkI/s1600-h/DSC_2745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931961892920082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWz7geJWxI/AAAAAAAAArM/QROANb6TYkI/s320/DSC_2745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reading with cousin Grant...he is so patient with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWz7V-OrgI/AAAAAAAAArE/ZYzRfCw3RBA/s1600-h/DSC_2710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931959074696706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWz7V-OrgI/AAAAAAAAArE/ZYzRfCw3RBA/s320/DSC_2710.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931949686280658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWz6y_20dI/AAAAAAAAAq0/oIOHPSRLES4/s320/DSC_2675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing in the ball pit with Kyla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/4390402990704458003-6113671539571571795?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/6113671539571571795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=6113671539571571795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6113671539571571795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6113671539571571795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyXB3eV021I/AAAAAAAAAr0/xPlHEB97yAY/s72-c/298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-5779390692880953785</id><published>2009-12-13T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:31:08.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and Seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frist of all, I am updating the blog after only a couple of weeks!  My motivation is the new HP notebook (Windows 7 and all!) Brett and I bought for Christmas.  We simplified and got rid of our desk and old PC, yay!  I have neglected my blog long enough so hopefully I will keep it comin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The real reason for the update though is to share how much fun my daughter is...more and more fun everyday.  She has recently discovered hide and seek.  Her favorite hiding spots are her closet and her big blue worm tunnel:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWvkK_sxBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ufmGoRHTDGY/s1600-h/315.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWvj_dhlqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pn_um3n4Tp8/s1600-h/309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414927159848441506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWvj_dhlqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pn_um3n4Tp8/s320/309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414927144635377010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWvjGycpXI/AAAAAAAAAqM/vtUjt_35vJ8/s320/288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414927137594323986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWvisjutBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/PiudmfR8boA/s320/292.JPG" /&gt;We went last week to get our family portraits (mostly Ayla, tee hee).  We got home and the first thing she did was run into our bedroom and hide in our closet.  Love it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWvjkUIkrI/AAAAAAAAAqU/MNTzDcm3qb8/s1600-h/296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414927152561296050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWvjkUIkrI/AAAAAAAAAqU/MNTzDcm3qb8/s320/296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4390402990704458003-5779390692880953785?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/5779390692880953785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=5779390692880953785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5779390692880953785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5779390692880953785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/12/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and Seek'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SyWvj_dhlqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pn_um3n4Tp8/s72-c/309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-73686441194520158</id><published>2009-10-24T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:58:01.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall means...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ocean Shores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwqcuM3fI/AAAAAAAAAp8/173Xq2UpdoI/s1600/DSC_2538.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407539652155203058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwqcuM3fI/AAAAAAAAAp8/173Xq2UpdoI/s320/DSC_2538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwqMeC_7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/rdCVU6UkMUQ/s1600/DSC_2526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407539647792480178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwqMeC_7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/rdCVU6UkMUQ/s320/DSC_2526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Swtwpuu9OjI/AAAAAAAAAps/KKykhRLKG3c/s1600/DSC_2479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407539639810341426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Swtwpuu9OjI/AAAAAAAAAps/KKykhRLKG3c/s320/DSC_2479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407539621950276370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwosMyQxI/AAAAAAAAApc/hFw5A9IavCQ/s320/DSC_2475.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwpGlbzEI/AAAAAAAAApk/XR_aQy_OtuQ/s1600/DSC_2576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407539094711048738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwKAFKGiI/AAAAAAAAApU/HnG-jbgaElw/s320/DSC_2431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407539086991794882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwJjUvosI/AAAAAAAAApM/r7QaJSV7wmE/s320/CSC_2570.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407539076591331266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwI8lFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/Hv8zvGqMyNo/s320/CSC_2566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407538042121476690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtvMu4P2lI/AAAAAAAAAos/-h1JYlSGBjg/s320/CSC_2565.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407538034320364402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtvMR0UU3I/AAAAAAAAAok/jUudH0EbGPE/s320/CSC_2562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407539629032983618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwpGlbzEI/AAAAAAAAApk/XR_aQy_OtuQ/s320/DSC_2576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough cold beach, time to go swimmmmmming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwJTFi_HI/AAAAAAAAApE/zdk_LFcQeGs/s1600/CSC_2617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407539082633084018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwJTFi_HI/AAAAAAAAApE/zdk_LFcQeGs/s320/CSC_2617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwJDAhOuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LMiYHUfLeHY/s1600/CSC_2615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407539078317030114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwJDAhOuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LMiYHUfLeHY/s320/CSC_2615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Halloween...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our chubby little butterfly made it all the way up and down my mom's block. Walked all by herself and would not let go of that pumpkin if her life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407538025120580690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtvLvi6xFI/AAAAAAAAAoM/LSA9fOE_MXg/s320/DSC_2384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407536863824886578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtuIJYcuzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2OFMxMZl_vg/s320/CSC_2387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407536857331640898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtuHxMVqkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/CVDLMktcLgs/s320/CSC_2386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtvMM6n2lI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xpStp48mUrw/s1600/DSC_2409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407538033004632658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtvMM6n2lI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xpStp48mUrw/s320/DSC_2409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Puyallup Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The true fair experience...furry animals, Earthquake burgers, curly fries, and cotton candy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPr1Sx17CI/AAAAAAAAAnU/uAEE9xYSELw/s1600-h/DSC_2122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396416079326473250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPr1Sx17CI/AAAAAAAAAnU/uAEE9xYSELw/s320/DSC_2122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPr02qkqrI/AAAAAAAAAnM/QGUwO_HX3M0/s1600-h/CSC_2142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396416071779789490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPr02qkqrI/AAAAAAAAAnM/QGUwO_HX3M0/s320/CSC_2142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPr0bJBFgI/AAAAAAAAAnE/8QtG_stVASM/s1600-h/DSC_2116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396416064391288322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPr0bJBFgI/AAAAAAAAAnE/8QtG_stVASM/s320/DSC_2116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Curly Fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPr0LSFhEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Ihe-wAVahv0/s1600-h/DSC_2108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396416060134360130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPr0LSFhEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Ihe-wAVahv0/s320/DSC_2108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first earthquake burger, mustard, onions and ALL!&lt;br /&gt;Made my mommy so proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Pumpkin Patch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396415555554981874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPrWzk_N_I/AAAAAAAAAms/uFToRmeGnB8/s320/CSC_2319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396415556670779426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPrW3vA8CI/AAAAAAAAAmk/CegHmHT0mEo/s320/CSC_2315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396415548542154002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPrWZc_9RI/AAAAAAAAAmc/wW9ym2GByKg/s320/CSC_2316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396415545549618466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPrWOThfSI/AAAAAAAAAmU/luD_l1cBtsA/s320/CSC_2313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPrXHGW2zI/AAAAAAAAAm0/l25R6usN2Qw/s1600-h/CSC_2320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396415560795216690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SuPrXHGW2zI/AAAAAAAAAm0/l25R6usN2Qw/s320/CSC_2320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um, there is dirt on my hands, eeeewwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been a total Blog slacker! I know most of the fans of this blog see most of my pics on FB, so I know you haven't been missing out on too much of our lives :) I used to be an avid blogger. It is now one of my last priorities behind spending time with family, working, getting my housework done and catching up on all those good books I have been missing out on. Life as a working mom is INSANO! Get up, get myself caffeinated and ready so by the time Ayla gets up (not till 7 or 7:30) I can spend quality time with her before "we" head to work, pick up Ayla, get home and try to give Ayla my best, clean up the house, make dinner, eat dinner, Ayla to bed, relax?! No way I gotta do dishes and oh ya, spend time with my hubby :) I love my job and have recently felt much more settled into our routine though, especially now that Brett is not working. I miss my stay at home mommy life, the playdates, walks to starbucks, endless time with Ayla, but we have all adjusted and things are going great. Ayla is walking, actually running everywhere - she can't get enough. Its a whole new world and I may regret saying this but I am LOVING the walking Ayla. We are reading "The Happiest Toddler on the Block" highly recommend it by the way. She is definitely showing signs of tantrums and has officially learn “no" and "mine" YIKES. She is a kind, funny, smart, and strong willed 15 month old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-73686441194520158?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/73686441194520158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=73686441194520158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/73686441194520158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/73686441194520158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-means.html' title='Fall means...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SwtwqcuM3fI/AAAAAAAAAp8/173Xq2UpdoI/s72-c/DSC_2538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-4393040939734332769</id><published>2009-08-24T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:54:28.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our summer adventures...and a one year old baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I originally began this blog post about two weeks ago and didn't quite get it completed. So YAY finally an updated post. I started back to work this week. Teaching 4 periods of math, so not quite full time. I don't have to leave the house until about 8:30, which gives me some good time with Ayla in the morning. Then I am home with her by 4:00. Brett's mom comes to the house twice a week to care for Ayla. The other three days she goes to a friend of ours' house - they have a nanny that we share. Unfortunately we just got news this week that she got an internship she applied awhile ago for and has to quit. So now we have one week to find childcare for Ayla - back to square one. There are options though, and I am trying to be as optimistic as possible.  Going back to work was the toughest thing I have ever had to do. I realize now how much I took for granted my time at home with Ayla. My heart breaks leaving her everyday, but I am happy to be back in the classroom. Getting the childcare situation sorted will ease my worries and hopefully we will all adjust quickly. So, without further ado...our summer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of Ayla's favorite activities these days is to crawl back and forth in this fun tube I got her at IKEA.  I put one end inside and one end outside.  Once the rain returns, I guess I am going to have to be more creative.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380425530328036562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqscg1ulNNI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3XqGQnalL9A/s320/DSC_2072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380425500547745346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqscfGyaBkI/AAAAAAAAAic/aE8ZG24HgBk/s320/CSC_2098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Ayla's doggy.  We have yet to name him anything other than doggy - so sad.  I am not sure if I should feel bad or not, but she loves him.   But I really don't want to get a dog, our small condo is not dog friendly.  But Ayla doesn't seem to care too much, lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380425527488099330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqscgrJfNAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/FnP8Mb-CR-E/s320/DSC_2070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A day at the park, well actually its the elementary school by our house, but hey - its tons of fun for Ayla who gets to crawl, climb, swing, and slide. Plus her aunty scooby was in town most of the summer, so she got to join us on our many park adventures &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMMEGEIdUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/OtK8qfs_P7A/s1600-h/CSC_1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373652044870088002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMMEGEIdUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/OtK8qfs_P7A/s320/CSC_1866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380426152136172018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsdFCJMYfI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5uH6W6YXdOM/s320/CSC_1860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMMCb7zOyI/AAAAAAAAAg0/APJfUZBbx1Y/s1600-h/DSC_1796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373652016380984098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMMCb7zOyI/AAAAAAAAAg0/APJfUZBbx1Y/s320/DSC_1796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380427009144346434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqsd26v3V0I/AAAAAAAAAjs/xB7srn2MjY0/s320/CSC_1870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMMBafFn2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/zFpy18l4v5Y/s1600-h/DSC_1760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373651998812249954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMMBafFn2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/zFpy18l4v5Y/s320/DSC_1760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMMAoQSFSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/c2UwEqiDX6s/s1600-h/CSC_1847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373651985328379170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMMAoQSFSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/c2UwEqiDX6s/s320/CSC_1847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that we got to get together a lot this summer with my cousin Lisa and her daughter Kylie.  She is only 2 months younger than Ayla and is catching up fast.  They are too sweet when they get together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380427022095087010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqsd3q_j9aI/AAAAAAAAAj8/fhTEllhX3SU/s320/DSC_1574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380427876897453922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsepbYU92I/AAAAAAAAAkU/ua36xvrJ0Q4/s320/DSC_1564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380427890130428882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqseqMrUI9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/D1zuNzTaQvs/s320/DSC_1570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AYLA IS ONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl! Her birthday party was a huge success, we had so many family and friends come out to celelbrate with us. She was the center of attention and loved every minute of it - especially the cake. As soon as she knew she got everyone's attention she started playing peek-a-boo with fingers filled with frosting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe that Ayla is one years old. This has been the most challenging, rewarding, and exciting year of our lives. Ayla is a fearless, happy, energetic, smart daddy's girl who loves to read (ok, fine - she looks at the pictures, turns the pages and points to the words), crawls in things, on top of things, around things and through things :) She is so close to walking, but the girl knows she can get "there" faster if she just crawls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373645579196564594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMGLvjcBHI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vr5ldJy_Q1Y/s320/DSC_1958.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373648941346564434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMJPcidqVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kMRzYPcl7RI/s320/DSC_1984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373645588212417730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMGMRI_BMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Qaa8SR72cms/s320/DSC_1973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Peek-a-boo during while opening gifts too, she can't get enough, its her new "talent" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373645598463374354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMGM3VANBI/AAAAAAAAAfk/4BGqB776714/s320/DSC_1969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373648891253226354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMJMh7R-3I/AAAAAAAAAf8/yDkpXIr-lT4/s320/DSC_2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373648900898325282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMJNF22gyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-aKf6awx48k/s320/DSC_2030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373648910123598098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMJNoOVARI/AAAAAAAAAgM/vUxPwtumYDs/s320/DSC_2037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373648927485422658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMJOo5tbEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9r7tVBxTROo/s320/DSC_2038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373645608100620994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMGNbOs6sI/AAAAAAAAAfs/6Ww8B0atIVw/s320/DSC_1987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373645620527798802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SpMGOJhkmhI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ESRRv0NLW_s/s320/DSC_1977.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Notice the smile on her face. I already got her swingin while I hold the ball in my hand. Thanks Misty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND I AM 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A very memorable 30th birthday for me. A trip to Vegas with my mom, sister, and aunt Paty (mom's best friend) AND Brett suprised me with a meal at Benihana in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My family has taken my sister and I to Benihana for our birthdays for at least the last 15 years. I thought this year wouldn't work with our busy summer schedule.We drove up there and my mom and sister suprised me with their presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380424437952446018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsbhQT8fkI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_atgNUM-Q4Y/s320/DSCF4333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380424429617181186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsbgxQqcgI/AAAAAAAAAiM/H09LikwPtXc/s320/DSCF4332.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380424414684703298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqsbf5oe6kI/AAAAAAAAAh8/PlfX8a57Q-0/s320/DSCF4329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380440435884729794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsqEdQOpcI/AAAAAAAAAl8/s8c9TMNN0d4/s320/DSCF4336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After Sake bombs and Mojitos. We had a Sake bomb expert at our table who kept buying us rounds, notice the red cheeks on me, I get those from my dad :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las Vegas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380433292533769474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsjkqMpJQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/AnWeaWG5c3E/s320/IMAG0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our first night out. This is my first trip to Vegas and I was glad to share it with my sister and mom because they are seasoned veterans. I am proud to say we "did Vegas". Please recall that I am a math teacher and am quite aware why the casinos are filled with slots and a few tables. Although the slots are fun and quite addictive, my sister and I did our work at the craps tables. Let me just say that we made Vegas proud and took home lots of winnings! Love those dice and their odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380433270397735634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsjjXvAEtI/AAAAAAAAAlM/A0b6eaGnDRg/s320/IMAG0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Easting sushi on the strip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380432986490416898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsjS2GOLwI/AAAAAAAAAlE/cxYKoMWcGSg/s320/IMAG0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our hotel - Ceasar's Palace. Ummm - WAY too huge for its own good, as is most of Vegas. The first night there my sister and I wanted to go over to the Mirage - its next door. We got lost trying to find an exit out of Ceasar's and ended up taking a cab. WOW.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380432974845828818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsjSKt73tI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fGrr2A87Ago/s320/IMAG0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Having lunch outside on the strip as we people watch and enjoy the largest plate of nachos I had ever seen.  Again, Vegas larger than life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WINTHROP 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brett and I began taking this annual trip 4 years ago.  We have gone every August (except last year, because Ayla was just weeks away from making her first appearance) for 5 days.  We love swimming, sunning, and relaxing before the chaos of September hits.  We braved it this year with an 11 month old who doesn't like grass (loves pavment and dirt though), getting her 1st molars, and requires an excessive amount of sunscreen.  We were shooting for 5 days, we made it 3, but those 3 days were worth the hours of packing and setting up our campsite.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380427017585185410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqsd3aMUUoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Lhe-EnONMJ4/s320/DSC_1732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380426160424615474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsdFhBT_jI/AAAAAAAAAjM/queUewHfW84/s320/DSC_1698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My mom let us use her tent trailer.  It was nice because Ayla had her own bed, sort of.  We set up a bed rail on one of the beds.  We were basically doing all of things they warn you not do when using the bed rail.  However, I am a daughter of a man who built skyscrapers, so I can jimmy rig a pretty dang secure bed rail!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380426186716639938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsdHC90csI/AAAAAAAAAjk/cVfBZhvL9go/s320/DSC_1718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Swimming!  Ayla did great in the lake.  She would get sick of her floaty so then Brett and I would just pass her back and forth.  She couldn't get enough of being in the water, especially cause she got watch all of the big kids splash and play around her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380426179276905154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsdGnQDGsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/CgoKffexn2c/s320/DSC_1713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380426173598771026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqsdGSGRp1I/AAAAAAAAAjU/2dgE0vC_dnY/s320/DSC_1704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is there a cuter pose than this one - I don't think so!  Just look at those chubby little legs and that chubby little swim diaper butt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Third Annual Darrell Bosik Memorial Race at Emerald Downs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had another great turnout.  It so great to see all the friends and family who want to be part of this day celebrating my dad.  We all miss him so much, it is fun to put on a party for us all to talk about and remember him.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380423694849952834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqsa2ACgTEI/AAAAAAAAAhk/4p0SmGtR9TY/s320/DSCF4300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bosik's and Youso's&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380423687365995298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqsa1kKMKyI/AAAAAAAAAhc/sR_gl1W-_rg/s320/DSCF4286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and Scooby after our not so big win - actually I am pretty sure we lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380423681085791234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqsa1Mw33AI/AAAAAAAAAhU/DC3oBiDxMHE/s320/DSCF4282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me, Ayla, Kyla, Trena, Aunt Cindy, and Grant - gosh can you tell we are family or what?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I look at Ayla multiple times a day and think about how much she would have loved my dad and how much he would have loved her.  He would put her on his belly and she would grab at his face and giggle while he says "hey you little bugger".  Her chubby little legs would waddle next to him as he holds her hand to help her walk.  She would play peek-a-boo while cracking up at his silly faces and get so excited to show grandpa all the new things she is learning.  She would give him "loves"  (that is what we say for hugs and she turns her head and lays it down on you - like the picture below) and I would see in his face how much he adores her.  I miss him so much and am so sad that he is not here to be part of Ayla's life. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380423672042700402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqsa0rE1PnI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gXm0fbmHL24/s320/DSCF4284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We drove out to Darrington in July for Brett's cousin Taylor's wedding.  It was one of those ridiculously hot record breaking days, but Ayla was a champ.  I love this picture because we kept trying to get her to look at the camera, but she couldn't take her eyes off of the beautiful bride.  She is starting to be drawn to "girly" things.  She loves when I put a bow in her and I say "pretty" and she gets a huge smile on her face and wants me to pick her up so she can look at herself in the mirror.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380427040800328498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqsd4wrPSzI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sV7mVK88gJ8/s320/DSC_1582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380427030533295698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqsd4KbYzlI/AAAAAAAAAkE/0BTk5Ig96ew/s320/DSC_1638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Scott visits! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ayla has always warmed up very quickly to family and close friends.  She is so responsive to people's reaction to her.  She is drawn right away to both my sister and Scott, who she has seen only once since Christmas.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380425512298134802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqscfyj6vRI/AAAAAAAAAis/AJWOclwSFWI/s320/CSC_2100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380425509774561442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SqscfpKQEKI/AAAAAAAAAik/P6w1s3IO-ao/s320/CSC_2099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-4393040939734332769?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/4393040939734332769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=4393040939734332769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4393040939734332769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4393040939734332769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-summer-adventuresand-one-year-old.html' title='Our summer adventures...and a one year old baby!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sqscg1ulNNI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3XqGQnalL9A/s72-c/DSC_2072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-977373372523997442</id><published>2009-06-30T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:07:35.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying Summer with Daddy</title><content type='html'>Ayla absolutely LOVES her daddy. Definitely a daddy's girl. As her personality develops we realize she is very much like her mommy. So makes sense that Ayla and her daddy get along so well. Here are some pics and a video that prove this, in case you all needed evidence :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my daddy's first time playing in the kiddie pool together. He is crackin me up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-56fd14c40091273a" 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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56fd14c40091273a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331343692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E4C7D3B2BC15D5A9A26558A09A79CF21FF36E65.2AA7A7E49F0E102E8119E3ADAD7774D219DC77E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56fd14c40091273a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dufe8nNDB43mYD3RRawKfj5kG0jM&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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56fd14c40091273a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331343692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E4C7D3B2BC15D5A9A26558A09A79CF21FF36E65.2AA7A7E49F0E102E8119E3ADAD7774D219DC77E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56fd14c40091273a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dufe8nNDB43mYD3RRawKfj5kG0jM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tumbling and wrestling with daddy. I am so adventurous and such a risk taker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqS9HXxN0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/dS1znPFYTw8/s1600-h/DSC_1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353252685731673922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqS9HXxN0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/dS1znPFYTw8/s320/DSC_1431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356305185670091138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SlVrL_xy0YI/AAAAAAAAAe8/JCdFEA2VPlI/s320/CSC_1423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2nd favorite activity, behind tumbling around with daddy, is when he reads to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqS8bn8FDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/43wJfjxNwiI/s1600-h/DSC_1464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353252673988334642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqS8bn8FDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/43wJfjxNwiI/s320/DSC_1464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even mind when he spikes my hair into a mowhawk and I especially love that he lets me chew on plastic cups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqS8EQ03MI/AAAAAAAAAd8/AqmY8Gh5KE4/s1600-h/DSC_1412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353252667717377218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqS8EQ03MI/AAAAAAAAAd8/AqmY8Gh5KE4/s320/DSC_1412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is daddy's Father's Day gift. We already went on a hike to Greenwater and I was a champ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353251807288958066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqSJ-6tHHI/AAAAAAAAAds/dqeYvkc9oEM/s320/DSC_1386.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356304731449076434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SlVqxjrEKtI/AAAAAAAAAe0/oWtqxYa6PzE/s320/DSC_1381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are just hanging out in the park, oh and I have fun with mommy too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353249449004921618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqQAtn-cxI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zoImXjHwmew/s320/DSC_1219.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353249443772931554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqQAaIkneI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_MURANwgD8o/s320/DSC_1238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am pulling myself up these days and scurrying around seeing how much trouble I can get into. Its great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353251793834324274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqSJMy3sTI/AAAAAAAAAdU/P02MJ_VDVwE/s320/DSC_1487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353251795729757970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqSJT2xtxI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QUCbSINE5QI/s320/DSC_1493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqS7yMgarI/AAAAAAAAAd0/kBo0qnckOk4/s1600-h/CSC_1512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353252662867421874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqS7yMgarI/AAAAAAAAAd0/kBo0qnckOk4/s320/CSC_1512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4390402990704458003-977373372523997442?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=56fd14c40091273a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/977373372523997442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=977373372523997442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/977373372523997442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/977373372523997442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/06/enjoying-summer-with-daddy.html' title='Enjoying Summer with Daddy'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SkqS9HXxN0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/dS1znPFYTw8/s72-c/DSC_1431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-2971042935173297269</id><published>2009-05-13T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:09:15.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't keep up...Sun Lakes, Mother's Day, and More (in no particular order)</title><content type='html'>I would love to post daily and let all of you into the wonderful lives of the Thompson family. However, that takes: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Enough time because it takes FORever to post pics on this thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A sleeping baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A caffinated and fed mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as you fellow moms know this can be hard to come by. So I have taken to doing posts within posts. I am too OCD to post each seperately because I know that sometimes people only check the most recent and I want you to see Ayla in all her glory...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shall start with this one for a good laugh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayla just woke up from her nap. I smell something suspicious, yep you guessed it, a poopy. A really doozy; up her back, out the legs and onto her sleep sack. As any mother does, I sigh and get to work. I triumphantly clean her up without too much of a hassle. But unfortunately our diaper champ is full (which is always the case, I think diapers magically multiply once you put them down the shute). So step aside lift the lid and in that amount of time Ayla has rolled over (she is still naked mind you) causing the clean diaper which I mistakenly didn't "tie down" to slip to the side. I think how cute, so I make the typical mom mistake and grab the camera:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335406831979877122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgssPthaUwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/zGQHI2sqIIM/s320/DSC_1078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I hear the click, I hear a trickle. I then see the pool of urine building under my daughter. You can guess what happens next. Thanks mom! This is fun. She starts wiggle and splash. I sit her up where she continues to splash legs, hands and all. Luckily there was a towel within reach. I lift her up, slide the towel underneath. Dry off her and the changing pad and we are off to the bath tub. Nothing like standing there pondering what to do while your daughter plays in her own urine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ayla:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 9 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22 lbs (yep thats 95% baby!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;27+ inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8 teeth (eats pretty much everything we give her, not so in love with peas though and for some reason not a fan of watermelon - too slimy maybe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;crawls (wounded soldier style, I crack up everytime she really starts movin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOVES to stand up, jump in her jump up, and get into anything she isn't supposed to, ie slippers, shoes and the tiniest little specks on the carpet (is that inherent in babies, or is she just a rebel?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;an avid reader, especially magazines which she loves to tear apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335409393681647890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sgsuk0mtSRI/AAAAAAAAAbU/VKvY7LHEkuQ/s320/DSC_1073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335407645126444322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sgss_CuqRSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/sCD-gwcKvcA/s320/CSC_1074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335407649042724930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sgss_RUX-EI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Cr3xSToeeBU/s320/CSC_1087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335407655014935682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sgss_nkQrII/AAAAAAAAAZs/u50AYKN-zwM/s320/DSC_1079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335409809280500594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sgsu9A1Mg3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/b8ILLJ9YNEs/s320/DSC_1150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335408852841039474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgsuFV0QhnI/AAAAAAAAAbE/yOy8ZiDztXU/s320/DSC_1132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335408346340274018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sgstn29EL2I/AAAAAAAAAak/2CPRH7FVa7M/s320/DSC_1063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335408844535222546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgsuE23_0RI/AAAAAAAAAas/6GZFqBpphjI/s320/DSC_1034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335408859369330850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgsuFuIuWKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9_b3hDUUeXQ/s320/DSC_1091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We spent Mother's Day with Brett's mom, my mom and our close friends Amber and Connie.  Some quick pics at home then off to a delicious brunch at Al Lago by Lake Tapps.  I absolutley love being a mom.  I recently decided that this 6-9 month stretch is my favorite so far.  She makes me laugh till my cheeks hurt: giggling when she flails herself backwards and I let her tumble back into my lap, giggling when daddy holds her and we play peek-a-boo, giggling when I stack blocks and she gets to knock them over.  By far the most rewarding experience of my life.  I owe my patience, calmness, and wisom to my mom.  Who has forever been an amazing mom and now an even better grandma!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335409822533858066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sgsu9yNCsxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lo4oEmRuIT0/s320/DSC_1175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335409401841628754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgsulTAMtlI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZsHpUleS0-s/s320/CSC_1178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335409407619439682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgsulohvHEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/J0rZ0MLcMSo/s320/CSC_1179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335409805150474706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sgsu8xchUdI/AAAAAAAAAb8/cyBo2o_HJ0w/s320/DSC_1157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335409405685721570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgsulhUs6eI/AAAAAAAAAb0/iV7IRLdTQKc/s320/DSC_1163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335409397478591506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgsulCv-DBI/AAAAAAAAAbc/U7O7IdfLqn8/s320/CSC_1177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sun Lakes 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember a year ago posting about our annual Sun Lakes trip for the opening day of fishing.  Ayla was in my belly and my sister was home to join us.  Ayla was a champ!  She played in the grass and had a constant urge to play in the dirt - thats my girl!  No fishing this year though, next year her friend Henry (Chris and Misty Carpinito's little guy) will show her how its done.  These trips are treasured memories and I am so excited to carry on the tradition with our third generation of little ones.  Next year I am flying my sister in no matter how much it sets me back, NOT the same with out you scooby...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335407658516757938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/Sgss_0nKPbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/v5NhaF9l-UA/s320/DSC_1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The only thing missing is my dad huddled around the grill trying to be an expert. Just like the rest of these guys  LOL :) From left, Jimmy, Chris, and Dan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335407662095293842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgstAB8WXZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DJO40oWhPks/s320/DSC_1009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jimmy and Misty playing with Ayla (oh and mom in the corner)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335408334510954514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgstnK4vGBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/f2EldyVX_Ag/s320/DSC_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ayla, mom and Brett right after breakfast.  A beautiful sunny eastern Washington spring day.  The stroller was the only way to keep Ayla out of the dirt:  "sit still?!  Are you crazy mom?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Visits from the ones we love!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335408854992567874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgsuFd1OPkI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ovVQUOTZJk0/s320/DSC_1051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My aunty Christina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335408850494716658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgsuFNE2evI/AAAAAAAAAa0/uWgmtub7Ous/s320/DSC_1045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335408341278293986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgstnkGMf-I/AAAAAAAAAac/2KJSWdKEADM/s320/DSC_1043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jeni and Justin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335408337552977010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgstnWOArHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/oEcFVTOMFA4/s320/DSC_1040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-2971042935173297269?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/2971042935173297269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=2971042935173297269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2971042935173297269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2971042935173297269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-keep-upsun-lakes-mothers-day-and.html' title='Can&apos;t keep up...Sun Lakes, Mother&apos;s Day, and More (in no particular order)'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SgssPthaUwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/zGQHI2sqIIM/s72-c/DSC_1078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-4906080220838933542</id><published>2009-04-20T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:54:08.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun, finally!...Spring Break, Easter and a Trip To The Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezScOwpaTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Z6U9Ao292is/s1600-h/CSC_0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326863841712761138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezScOwpaTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Z6U9Ao292is/s320/CSC_0998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezSb50WVLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/bXKVeGhd9Oc/s1600-h/DSC_0957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326863836091143346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezSb50WVLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/bXKVeGhd9Oc/s320/DSC_0957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These sunny days are exactly what we needed. We have a park right near our house with an amazing view of Mount Rainier and of course those special baby swings. Ayla loved it! Our baby is fearless, I thought she would be hesitant, but no way, she couldn't get enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching her giggle and swing was one of the best moments of my life...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326861029353754690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezP4h6AkEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/uubxdO09eIk/s320/CSC_0995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezP4x1iyYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1p3wW95KPP0/s1600-h/DSC_0971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326861033629993346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezP4x1iyYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1p3wW95KPP0/s320/DSC_0971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezP4mYpc_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Mz_J42a5epc/s1600-h/CSC_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326861030556005362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezP4mYpc_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Mz_J42a5epc/s320/CSC_0996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Spring Break 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best part about spring break is that daddy is home to play with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326859033130192898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezOEVZOUAI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mE9_Zv2-zsI/s320/DSC_0619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326856728025426498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezL-KNa6kI/AAAAAAAAAXk/awYQR7WMxaU/s320/CSC_0637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326859039897895698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezOEumxQxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OYUoVfvIRl4/s320/DSC_0631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett and I were amazed when we put her on this Dora Explorer mini truck that she would hang on, push off and go go go. A proud moment for us both, again our baby is fearless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326859051620934754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezOFaRwpGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/MXQ6yKXhYKM/s320/DSC_0954.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326861026096264562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezP4VxXNXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/VmaG33dqHJ8/s320/DSC_0952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayla's first grass experience. Yep, beleive it or not it is the first time the grass has been dry enough since September for Ayla to sit it and paly on it. WOW, gotta love the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326855275902431298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezKpooUcEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2sQGaQfRHKY/s320/DSC_0777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to spend time with all of Ayla's friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is with her Aunty Robi (mommy's best friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326859045142338594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezOFCJJHCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6Pmrv3iwp-s/s320/DSC_0711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326859041133988514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezOEzNeiqI/AAAAAAAAAX8/RAr60xXWUTc/s320/DSC_0714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, Alicia, Lilly (almost 2 months) and Ayla...She is lovin Taylor, daddy's best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezKqhtrzVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wIbnSp5wIvw/s1600-h/DSC_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326855291225754962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezKqhtrzVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wIbnSp5wIvw/s320/DSC_0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326855286998474530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezKqR90nyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-wkIklnw4zw/s320/DSC_0842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezKqD9Y2MI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1upg6v50KW8/s1600-h/DSC_0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326855283238557890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezKqD9Y2MI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1upg6v50KW8/s320/DSC_0818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lilly and Ayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezKp2rJ3II/AAAAAAAAAWk/QtG1FnNUpt0/s1600-h/DSC_0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326855279672417410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezKp2rJ3II/AAAAAAAAAWk/QtG1FnNUpt0/s320/DSC_0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alicia and Ayla playing together, tons of giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to go over and play with Henry and Misty. Ayla LOVES babies and Henry is a tough little guy so Ayla got to grab and squeeze all she wanted, thanks Misty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326856710030559634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezL9HLHCZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xbgUckbg2QY/s320/DSC_0923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326856712756442978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezL9RVAt2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/AcOAbhjZc6k/s320/DSC_0931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326856720945736594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezL9v1fa5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/fdAodVKUjYs/s320/DSC_0943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326856724289911634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezL98Sze1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/SwI3jf0cADo/s320/DSC_0942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Henry has a smile that goes from ear to ear, getting them both to smile at the same time was uuuuhhh, not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Easter at Aunty Cindy's&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326853654892271042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezJLR5YVcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/VT81OZieA2g/s320/CSC_0921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326853669096254850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezJMGz37YI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tzlN1bHJUSg/s320/DSC_0904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326853661543999826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezJLqrRqVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/VMA4uDQWzfU/s320/CSC_0922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezJMTP1BfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/AYloxnWGF8g/s1600-h/DSC_0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326853672434730482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezJMTP1BfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/AYloxnWGF8g/s320/DSC_0877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ayla and Cousin Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezJL1LybLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jFioJSTkWTo/s1600-h/DSC_0874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326853664364719282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezJL1LybLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jFioJSTkWTo/s320/DSC_0874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ayla and her Cousin Kyla reading together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least... Honestly I'm speechless. I am sitting here cracking up at how much my baby looks like her daddy. Some people see glimpes of me in her, maybe when she smiles, but seriously, ya right! I am trying to come up with something witty to write, but really I think this picture says it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326861043431682034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezP5WWcr_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/xFRnfc6kX9Y/s320/DSC_0976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-4906080220838933542?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/4906080220838933542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=4906080220838933542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4906080220838933542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4906080220838933542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/04/sun-finallyspring-break-easter-and-trip.html' title='Sun, finally!...Spring Break, Easter and a Trip To The Park'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SezScOwpaTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Z6U9Ao292is/s72-c/CSC_0998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-9156711446250493066</id><published>2009-03-24T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:59:31.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as a seven month old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHlc_IcjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QkLPTGqSbpM/s1600-h/DSC_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316859543849300530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHlc_IcjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QkLPTGqSbpM/s320/DSC_0498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am SO SO SO close to crawling. I do a little bit of crawling backwards. Otherwise I basically roll around to get where I want to be. When my mom is at the computer, I LOVE the chair she sits in and somehow maneuvered underneath it without my mom noticing...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858311659483074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclGduuL78I/AAAAAAAAAT8/DO34wvI7Bok/s320/DSC_0539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858312233024226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclGdw27euI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PvZ8uWR4dfo/s320/DSC_0544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I play with my cousin Kyla. My mom has never seen two babies SO excited to see eachother...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316859540172510498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHlPShFSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/czi7cbPf25I/s320/CSC_0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHk__0N1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Rrlc8cosnZE/s1600-h/CSC_0408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316859536067540818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHk__0N1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Rrlc8cosnZE/s320/CSC_0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHkhvAa1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/yub5Dy9YNSg/s1600-h/CSC_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316859527943973714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHkhvAa1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/yub5Dy9YNSg/s320/CSC_0406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bundles me up and we go outside for walks. For some reason she loves zipping me all the way up, its her style :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316859541577127266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHlUhZ1WI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZAkiZNfhB9M/s320/DSC_0473.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunty comes home from Boston to play with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316859008954903874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHGUWXrUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/u7lDDneqK8s/s320/DSC_0329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHG7lARbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ap0PqnibUu0/s1600-h/CSC_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316859019485267378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHG7lARbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ap0PqnibUu0/s320/CSC_0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858996524458002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHFmCuIBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/CVuntDNEwhM/s320/CSC_0372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858999235534994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHFwJF4JI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0VR3-du-KF8/s320/DSC_0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle comes home from NYC to play with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858324568312258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclGeez5CcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oPCBhwuj2S0/s320/DSC_0553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858323149953106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclGeZhumFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/bFBabVm94oc/s320/DSC_0565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858334507269186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclGfD1hfEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BwRT2dEMHQo/s320/DSC_0576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents won't stop putting these shades on me. I think it is because they roll over in laughter every time I wear them. Here I am in my favorite, johnny jump up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHGHxMnLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8wCuwC1_S-c/s1600-h/DSC_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316859005577764018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHGHxMnLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8wCuwC1_S-c/s320/DSC_0244.jpg" border="0" /&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/4390402990704458003-9156711446250493066?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/9156711446250493066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=9156711446250493066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/9156711446250493066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/9156711446250493066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-as-seven-month-old.html' title='My life as a seven month old'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SclHlc_IcjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QkLPTGqSbpM/s72-c/DSC_0498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-1910605707396639324</id><published>2009-03-09T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:17:04.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins, Carrots, and Cuddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayla is SO very close to 7 months. Brett and I are loving every minute of it and can't get enough of her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311252776744746322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVcQp4tfVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Cbz4L6hfI-E/s320/CSC_0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311346250412905922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbWxRib21cI/AAAAAAAAAT0/h3TlNYZLgoU/s320/DSC_0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311254092947473810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVddRH5RZI/AAAAAAAAASk/w0AkbwepnbQ/s320/P1020712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311254076454026610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVdcTrjPXI/AAAAAAAAASc/wKb_FfwlsYU/s320/P1020697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311252783548297426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVcRDOzcNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3jSOw70izuw/s320/CSC_0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311252808183418802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVcSfARj7I/AAAAAAAAASM/GShz7g5cZFc/s320/DSC_0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311252792249892162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVcRjpbPUI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZSTKsKXyXqg/s320/CSC_0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO happy when I wake up and get to see my mommy and daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311257768591661906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVgzN9wm1I/AAAAAAAAATs/rpatJYOut2A/s320/P1020719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVcSx92gfI/AAAAAAAAASU/CLV9MMDIs8s/s1600-h/DSC_0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311252813273530866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVcSx92gfI/AAAAAAAAASU/CLV9MMDIs8s/s320/DSC_0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayla and I get to spend lots of time these days with my cousin Lisa and her 4 month old little one, Kylie - also my God-daughter :) So honored to be her "fairy God-mother"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311254119938962898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVde1rKtdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ghMl8tdD3uw/s320/P1020747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311254117939374018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVdeuObZ8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/2eJqsNVc07o/s320/P1020743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrots, uh... guess we'll stick to sweet potatos for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311256538827953378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVfrovPlOI/AAAAAAAAATE/w8vHqBovXWY/s320/CSC_0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311256552903491490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVfsdLHP6I/AAAAAAAAATM/AAFyqSBpLtE/s320/DSC_0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311256559712500594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVfs2ige3I/AAAAAAAAATU/XfkQ-EQJp8M/s320/DSC_0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311256570809830594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVftf4UTMI/AAAAAAAAATc/1WtcBn25Ag4/s320/DSC_0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311256584940516994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVfuUhVdoI/AAAAAAAAATk/2POwz5Y5srw/s320/DSC_0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4390402990704458003-1910605707396639324?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/1910605707396639324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=1910605707396639324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/1910605707396639324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/1910605707396639324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/03/cousins-carrots-and-cuddles.html' title='Cousins, Carrots, and Cuddles'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SbVcQp4tfVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Cbz4L6hfI-E/s72-c/CSC_0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-1560785541028494903</id><published>2009-02-23T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:10:19.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P-p-p-p-pllleeeaaassseee Squeeeeeeeze Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLX1DDg72I/AAAAAAAAARs/DCMeFbh8VZE/s1600-h/P1020696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306040617348951906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLX1DDg72I/AAAAAAAAARs/DCMeFbh8VZE/s320/P1020696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am 6 months old!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to play peek-a-boo and say/growl aaahh, nnnaaaah, and gggaaah. I just learned to say dadadada and nanananana. I love to smile and giggle at my mommy and daddy too, especially when they tickle me and blow raspberries on my face and belly. I am starting to realize when mommy and daddy aren't paying attention to me and make sure they know it!&lt;br /&gt;I am not quite crawling but really want to and try really hard when I am on belly. I am quite the squirmy worm in my crib these days. Mom and dad have to come and rescure me when I get wedged in the corner and can't roll over.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite things to do are go on walks with mommy, or daddy, or grammy, play with toys while I am sitting up all by myself, and have mom and dad read to me (especially Dr. Seuss when dad tries to change his voice)&lt;br /&gt;I am eating solids like a champ in my big girl high chair. I have four teeth on the bottom and my favorite baby food is prunes, kinda weird huh? Good for my "system" though, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I also take a big girl bath now too and I LOVE bath time with daddy. He sings one of my favorite songs that he made up that goes "a soapy and a rinsy, a soapy and a rinsy" over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLV-UKXpwI/AAAAAAAAARU/WnCSeSGqYHY/s1600-h/P1020672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306038577536673538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLV-UKXpwI/AAAAAAAAARU/WnCSeSGqYHY/s320/P1020672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLV-LS6k7I/AAAAAAAAARM/gI6HmrSbUQs/s1600-h/P1020666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306038575156597682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLV-LS6k7I/AAAAAAAAARM/gI6HmrSbUQs/s320/P1020666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLV91zAPTI/AAAAAAAAARE/_N863rMI5yQ/s1600-h/P1020664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306038569385606450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLV91zAPTI/AAAAAAAAARE/_N863rMI5yQ/s320/P1020664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLV9SPRhLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PXHo-XrJTms/s1600-h/P1020654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306038559840502962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLV9SPRhLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PXHo-XrJTms/s320/P1020654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306040615525955298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLX08Q4NuI/AAAAAAAAARk/QrHZVNxv_MY/s320/P1020686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306040609761509570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLX0myhwMI/AAAAAAAAARc/erDEtJQbgvw/s320/P1020683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-1560785541028494903?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/1560785541028494903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=1560785541028494903' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/1560785541028494903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/1560785541028494903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-p-p-p-pllleeeaaassseee-squeeeeeeeze.html' title='P-p-p-p-pllleeeaaassseee Squeeeeeeeze Me!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SaLX1DDg72I/AAAAAAAAARs/DCMeFbh8VZE/s72-c/P1020696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-2838803908917592965</id><published>2009-02-09T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:38:54.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Chair or not, rice cereal here we come...</title><content type='html'>Grandma Daryl got us a high chair for Christmas and we have yet to pick it up from her house. At 5 1/2 months Ayla needs to start rice cereal. She LOVES watching us eat, grabbing and getting oh so excited as we bring the fork/spoon/food to our mouths. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we just went for it, put her in the bumbo with the tray, filled a bowl and got out the baby spoons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300944346906198530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZC8zEN1ggI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fnPvs5uxQwc/s200/P1020606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300944353640163234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZC8zdTVp6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/fSiYuD8hQk4/s200/P1020608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then suddenly we went from this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300944339427813922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZC8yoW2aiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9S3TA3qUW20/s200/P1020605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300945328570331586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZC9sNMzccI/AAAAAAAAAPs/C7W_GIc66dU/s200/P1020610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300945330874252242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZC9sVyGe9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/4m5WWtphTe8/s200/P1020612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300945330018583106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZC9sSmGAkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/IY6-XNFvdh8/s200/P1020613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, ok!! All done:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300945334727701570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZC9skI1dEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fP7vy0LM4OQ/s200/P1020614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-2838803908917592965?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/2838803908917592965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=2838803908917592965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2838803908917592965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2838803908917592965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/02/high-chair-or-not-rice-cereal-here-we.html' title='High Chair or not, rice cereal here we come...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZC8zEN1ggI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fnPvs5uxQwc/s72-c/P1020606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-8730769767959609712</id><published>2009-01-20T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:19:29.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayla 5 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SXa2YPtlL9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/_eezohKFUxk/s1600-h/go+lions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293618939671424978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SXa2YPtlL9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/_eezohKFUxk/s320/go+lions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go AMHS Lions!!! A teacher friend at Auburn Mountainview Knit this sweater for Ayla to wear during my basketball games. Lovin it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SXZbXh4mszI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Carysz1j2N8/s1600-h/P1020500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293518871811502898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SXZbXh4mszI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Carysz1j2N8/s320/P1020500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months: 16lbs 12.5 oz, 26.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SXZbWYsFaeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gcKcGQy3NIc/s1600-h/P1020536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293518852163201506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SXZbWYsFaeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gcKcGQy3NIc/s320/P1020536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SXZbWJZdt9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/D9J2KDvI7vU/s1600-h/P1020524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293518848058570706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SXZbWJZdt9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/D9J2KDvI7vU/s320/P1020524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is growing like a weed. I call her Ayla Bean but have debated changing it to Ayla Weed. She isn't my little bean anymore, more of a butterball or butterbean, lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sleeping 11-12 hours at night - without waking up. Naps three times a day anywhere from 30 mins to 2 hrs. Smiling, giggling, cooing. Her new noise is basically a mini growl - we love it. We laugh every time we hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her new thing is to roll from her back to tummy, tummy to back. She then digs her head into the floor and scoots forward ever so slightly, but gets frustrated very quickly because she is not as mobile as she would like to be.&lt;/div&gt;I just bought one of those "johnny jump ups" and am thinking she is going to LOVE it. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293518864013596354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SXZbXE1cFsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/PhgoC_tqsT0/s320/P1020540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293518854227463266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SXZbWgYPjGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/i_mOzp69Cmk/s320/P1020546.jpg" border="0" /&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/4390402990704458003-8730769767959609712?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/8730769767959609712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=8730769767959609712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/8730769767959609712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/8730769767959609712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/01/ayla-5-months.html' title='Ayla 5 months!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SXa2YPtlL9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/_eezohKFUxk/s72-c/go+lions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-4201092842036146160</id><published>2009-01-14T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:17:23.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compare these pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291334328790728994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SW6YiY9mwSI/AAAAAAAAANc/kkiRIislL48/s400/looking+at+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SW6bjpKH12I/AAAAAAAAAOE/0unYOcg-iGo/s1600-h/P1020238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291337648852948834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SW6bjpKH12I/AAAAAAAAAOE/0unYOcg-iGo/s400/P1020238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SW6am9VMW9I/AAAAAAAAAN8/vqippPKpUOs/s1600-h/P1020473.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291334330404444802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SW6Yie-WGoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Gx8KzvcfnKE/s400/baby+al+and+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SW6amRWhZiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/GJhg7n0Y5og/s1600-h/P1020360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291336594490484258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SW6amRWhZiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/GJhg7n0Y5og/s400/P1020360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291334331905239506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SW6YikkKadI/AAAAAAAAANk/KJtyqXEYRT0/s400/making+me+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SW6alw1J-LI/AAAAAAAAANs/u6omcaxJ-sE/s1600-h/p12385ta101308_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291336585760602290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SW6alw1J-LI/AAAAAAAAANs/u6omcaxJ-sE/s400/p12385ta101308_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that at first sight my daughter bears a striking resemblance to her daddy. Fair skin, white hair, dark eyes. Brett said to me the other day "I hope this doesn't offend you but the chubbier she gets the more she looks like you" . Thanks honey none taken...With that round face, nose and mouth she is starting to resemble her mommy, yay! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to scroll through pictures for her to look at and came upon some pictures of me as a baby with my dad. I found some pictures and the resemblance is uncanny.  Especially the resemblence to Ayla in "real life" - even Brett was shocked.  Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-4201092842036146160?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/4201092842036146160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=4201092842036146160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4201092842036146160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4201092842036146160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/01/compare-these-pictures.html' title='Compare these pictures...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SW6YiY9mwSI/AAAAAAAAANc/kkiRIislL48/s72-c/looking+at+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-6647947284571587240</id><published>2009-01-11T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:02:00.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVE  WWU Football...</title><content type='html'>This is easy - go to &lt;a href="http://www.savewwufootball.com/"&gt;http://www.savewwufootball.com/&lt;/a&gt; and click join group and be proactive! Especially since most of you that frequent this blog are alumni. My husband is VERY distraught about WWU's recent decision to cut their football program due to budget cuts. Brett has a deep love for this sport and a deep love for his fellow former teammates from WWU. There is many a young man out there who one day desires to play college football and we need long standing programs around to fullfill those dreams...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290252398860114450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SWrAhx43GhI/AAAAAAAAANE/VZsAs6YHJIY/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290252409982865474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SWrAibUu0EI/AAAAAAAAANM/_qusd1UAbKo/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides I would not have even looked twice at him if he wasn't a football stud all those years ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/4390402990704458003-6647947284571587240?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/6647947284571587240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=6647947284571587240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6647947284571587240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6647947284571587240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/01/save-wwu-football.html' title='SAVE  WWU Football...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SWrAhx43GhI/AAAAAAAAANE/VZsAs6YHJIY/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-6255111751204772127</id><published>2009-01-01T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:44:18.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayla's first Christmas - WOW!</title><content type='html'>We were definitely on the go this holiday season. Fitting in time with family and making sure Ayla got lots of quality time with her Aunty and Uncle, then finishing it all off with wonderful a Hawaiian vacation! Our 4 month old little girl handled it like a champ however and we are now all three peacefully at home watching bowl games :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayla got to spend time with her aunty the doctor and uncle the lawyer - the great thing is Ayla could care less - she just loves to smile and giggle with them. She is really starting to get to know them and recognize who they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286436649360106178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0yH7S3IsI/AAAAAAAAAME/IQmHvr3hPZ4/s200/P1020368.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286440002905843026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV01LIOeJVI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rb36kQktEyk/s200/P1020422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At Grandma's house&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many wonderful Christmas morning memories - my dad would be up bright and early, then Scoobs and I would come down; the three of us opened our stockings, lots of giggles while we rummaged through our candy, gift cards and oh yes - scratch tickets! My dad always told us to wait awhile to go wake up mom so she could get a little extra sleep. So I wanted to make sure Ayla's first stocking opening experience at Grandma was just as special - my mom made her a mini stocking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286434127420452370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0v1IVl7hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EgUkywC6klc/s200/P1020402.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286439990309293682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV01KZTODnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CB_fu9Q7TME/s200/P1020391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286430905458038498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0s5ll5FuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_SrLAPaMgvw/s200/P1020392.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286434144039232018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0v2GP0YhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uucFE-HtHC0/s200/P1020399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At Aunty Cindy's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286423329041812162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0mAlPgCsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GYEuh6Z7ycI/s200/P1020365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286423337304037378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0mBEBXmAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uO5oXx24oos/s200/P1020367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyla 12 months, Grant 7, Ayla 4 months&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286430892300521986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0s40k5UgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/b-dvEndvHwE/s200/P1020373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Game Night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brett and Scott v. Mom, sis, and I - we didn't stand a chance against the Thompson twosome. Cranium Turbo: I was hopeful but quickly became depressed as I saw our inevitable defeat. Scattegories: we did much better, especially mom - my sister and I knew we couldn't have gotten all our competitive urges from our dad and low and behold there was some competitive fire in her, it just took a little Scattegories to bring it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286423321434963938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0mAI54v-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mOOTBYYrO9A/s200/P1020358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286423300186357298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0l-5v0vjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1r7Cpe7vOhE/s200/P1020356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286423294575123394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0l-k2AG8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/w1wgjchCEBs/s200/P1020350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas morning with Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286434134791624962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0v1jzBGQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D7crkB1YDC8/s200/P1020414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286434131121094162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0v1WH5PhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3BaP0IpEpTI/s200/P1020425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also spent time with Grandma Daryl and her family and I will soon post those pictures as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kauai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waipouli Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286442387109967698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV03V6FB91I/AAAAAAAAAMs/cbMVR1BLkXM/s200/P1020439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy and Daddy's 5 year Anniversary - grandma and aunty babysat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286435972494947714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0xghxodYI/AAAAAAAAALc/eiHN24T1JfE/s200/P1020449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bright and early ready to play:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286439999791756130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV01K8oA82I/AAAAAAAAAMc/E-YD49Pr-eg/s200/P1020443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our water baby - she loved it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286443659444984658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV04f95Vm1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/t7-TiCdc8uU/s200/P1020434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286443648344358706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV04fUivfzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xMylMxDMYqc/s200/P1020431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the luau - she loved it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286435970015628706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0xgYihDaI/AAAAAAAAALU/VSVXn8cPbPc/s200/P1020441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286435959631905890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0xfx22BGI/AAAAAAAAALM/sIuYl3pnLiw/s200/P1020437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing with mommy and daddy - she loved it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286436645530319842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0yHtBxO-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Mnx9hR4hyBk/s200/P1020473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286436623856024978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0yGcSNvZI/AAAAAAAAALk/gHSs3azMF7M/s200/P1020459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286436625872788658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0yGjzDHLI/AAAAAAAAALs/YPQdy-voAVw/s200/P1020465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286436632688568850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0yG9MDqhI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qxB5_A7yXOc/s200/P1020466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mommy, I am SO over all these kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brett, Scoobs and I also had quite the adventure kayaking down the Wailua River. I took those pics with a waterproof disposable camera - you know 35 mm and you actually have to wait to get them developed, ugh! So I will be sure to post some of those pics soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-6255111751204772127?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/6255111751204772127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=6255111751204772127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6255111751204772127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6255111751204772127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2009/01/aylas-first-christmas-wow.html' title='Ayla&apos;s first Christmas - WOW!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SV0yH7S3IsI/AAAAAAAAAME/IQmHvr3hPZ4/s72-c/P1020368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-2715397453043210855</id><published>2008-12-22T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:50:01.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am getting Teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SVBfTYvjWoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nHZwvuoZ8CE/s1600-h/P1020347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282827149569645186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SVBfTYvjWoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nHZwvuoZ8CE/s200/P1020347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, its official - Ayla has two front tiny little toofers sprouting on her bottom gums. She has been showing signs of teething - lots of drool and gnawing on her hands, a little fussy. Yesterday her aunty Scoobs noticed a little white sprout on her gums when I was changing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting big SO fast, cuter and chubbier everyday!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SVBYUbRSqVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/s5hp5hzYH4g/s1600-h/P1020320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282819470846503250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SVBYUbRSqVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/s5hp5hzYH4g/s200/P1020320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting up on my own...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282824389696790914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SVBcyvaloYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/f1Q7-sQatlg/s200/P1020344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282824381245991362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SVBcyP7wqcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/c4l6jNCKUKA/s200/P1020339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282824390748120178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SVBcyzVPpHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VBQcRmUL7AY/s200/P1020345.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;OOPS!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SVBZPEl4JSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZAmmK9ZDHMc/s1600-h/P1020345.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom was too busy taking pictures... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle Scott's in town. We have been having TONS of fun together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282824397231738418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SVBczLfDzjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4_2JrBWvtFA/s200/P1020334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-2715397453043210855?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/2715397453043210855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=2715397453043210855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2715397453043210855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2715397453043210855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-getting-teeth.html' title='I am getting Teeth!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SVBfTYvjWoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nHZwvuoZ8CE/s72-c/P1020347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-9193894321153342519</id><published>2008-12-18T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:47:54.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport Adventure</title><content type='html'>I wanted to publicly express how blessed I am to have Brett.  He is an amazing husband and father.  I could blog daily about what kind of man he is, but that is bragging - but I couldn't help myself with this one :)&lt;br /&gt;My husband just left to pick up my mom and then take her with him to pick up my sister at the airport (9:30 pm) who flies in at 11:20 pm.  My mom is deathly afraid of driving in the snow and ice and lives up the twistiest, steepest hill known to man (well, ok maybe the twistiest, steepest in Auburn, but I need some dramatic effect).  There is a back way that is a little less treacherous, thankfully.  Not to mention, we live atop a large hill as well, again there is a back way. &lt;br /&gt;We have been stewing all day long about "the plan" to pick her up.  After many variations we decided I would stay here with Ayla who is sleeping safely and soundly and Brett would brave the roads packed with snow and ice, go pick up my mom-then my sister at the airport.  The thing is, there was never even a question in Brett's mind as to whether he will do this - he said it will be an adventure and is happy to do it.  Even when my sister's friend called and said he would pick up my sister, Brett still wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;Thank your husbands right now if you know they would do the same for you or thank the person in your life that would do something like this for you.  Brett is a constant support to my family, which is so clearly his family too.&lt;br /&gt;I know my dad is looking down right now feeling the relief that his family was left in the hands of a man that does not hesitate to do what is needed to keep us safe and happy. &lt;br /&gt;My next blog will be describing this "great adventure".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidebar:&lt;br /&gt;My sister says it is supposed to snow in Boston tomorrow, 12 - 13 inches, this is after daily ice storms.  The news there does a small snippet warning people they should leave a little early for work tomorrow!  You gotta love Western Washington news and their amazing way to overreact to our weather.  I am sucker for it too, because I haven't left my house all day for a reason.  I didn't even get to watch Ellen today because they had to report over and over from the same three places about how much snow there is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-9193894321153342519?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/9193894321153342519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=9193894321153342519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/9193894321153342519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/9193894321153342519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/12/airport-adventure.html' title='Airport Adventure'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-2538799801655314657</id><published>2008-12-15T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:05:29.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day !!!</title><content type='html'>First, a sleep update. She is napping about 3 times a day, one to two hours each nap. She cries for maybe 5 minutes if at all when we lay her down drowsy. Tonight she  fell asleep on her own with NO crying at all. She litterally improves each time she goes to sleep. Praise God!!! How long before parents can say "my baby sleeps through the night? " It has been one week. I think I will wait another week and then start assumming when I go to bed that I won't need to wake up at 12 and 4 am - even though my body still does on its own, at which point I go in to check on Ayla sleeping soundly in her crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the real purpose of this blog post:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must admit that as teachers we wish for a snow day to cancel school WAY more than we ever did as students, especially now that we have the wittle one to entertain us. Any teachers out there I am sure will agree with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night when school was already cancelled for Tahoma, I began skipping around the house knowing that the three of us would get to spend a cozy day at home together. Which actually turned into a much needed trip to Southcenter and the Supermall for some Christmas shopping, but hey we made the most of Brett's day off :) Along with some extra play time with Ayla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214908175457634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcXe7OFHWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AtsW94wyGjM/s200/P1020307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214924011141858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcXf2NmeuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NQC8GF4wSXc/s200/P1020286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214895101486946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcXeKhAJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/hiiP7KqTPmw/s200/P1020306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214922298551586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcXfv1SbSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OvIaa49l-pU/s200/P1020276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214910654507090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcXfEdIaFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5XJvK6L6d18/s200/P1020277.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217826437082066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcaIyl3q9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/meROG2C16aM/s200/P1020291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh Oh, were did Dad's face go????&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217818859069602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcaIWXIYKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7Euric4wVpU/s200/P1020287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;During our long weekend we have discovered Ayla's new favorite toy. A little blond haired doll we have named LuLu - she is fascinated by it:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280218456178050402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcatcj0RWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/w9ZWUHDn5i8/s200/P1020295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216652343501538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcZEcwJYuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/N4vo0n8_nfw/s200/P1020296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216653703145234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcZEh0T5xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/d3V9auQRwkI/s200/P1020297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216663232097618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcZFFUMLVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7Lnhp_bc8JM/s200/P1020298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Notice the pattern. See LuLu, grab for LuLu, put LuLu's pigtails in my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we are on this topic I would now like to quote a conversation between Brett and I from Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall set the scene: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayla has now taken to pooping about once a day - therefore her diapers containg HUGE loads when she decides to have her poop of the day. Brett was the lucky one who got to change this one and I hear him gasping from Ayla's room and asking Ayla to quit squirming as poop gets on her leg and feet. A few minutes later we are in the living room and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom says to Dad who is holding Ayla: "Is that poop on her face?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: "No way, oh my gosh, oh no, I think it is" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom rolling over with laughter as I do the classic mom move that we all swore we would NEVER do. I lick my finger and wipe off the tiny speck of Ayla's poop off her chin! Don't worry I then wash her face and my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point of this story is to let you all know that Ayla is doing excellent at reaching, grasping, and then going directly to her mouth. We are hoping since it wasn't a smear it was just the little bit on her chin. To quote Laura Bosik "tee hee hee"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because I love them so much I could eat them, Ayla's feet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217832701830786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcaJJ7gJoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-Vhj-jkC5K8/s200/P1020300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4390402990704458003-2538799801655314657?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/2538799801655314657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=2538799801655314657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2538799801655314657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2538799801655314657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day !!!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SUcXe7OFHWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AtsW94wyGjM/s72-c/P1020307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-1824080039119903164</id><published>2008-12-11T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:50:25.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Deepy Part Two</title><content type='html'>I have hesitated blogging this because I don't want to jinx it. But Ayla has slept through the night the last two nights! Ayla started off her sleep journey by only sleeping and napping with mommy. After about 3 weeks she could sleep in her swing for naps and at night was in bed with mommy and daddy. We tried the bassinet and she did ok, but was still struggling. So for the last two months she slept with us at night and swing during day. About a month ago I realized this is not getting her enough sleep, the swing is great but she never was reaching a deep sleep. Sleeping with us, she became very squirmy and I was so aware of her I never reached deep sleep. All together a bad combo. She was also becoming very difficult to put to sleep, really fussy, squirmy and really fighting it.  The poor thing would scream in the car because she would get sleepy and then not know what to do with herself.  The up side is that she had a consistent schedule - asleep by 7 or 8, wake at 12, wake at 4, sleep till 6. Nap at 9, nap at 3, and sometimes another at 5. Knowing we had a pretty good schedule down, we knew we had to take the next step of crib sleeping, for Ayla's sake and ours.  Baby's are not born with the capability to fall asleep on their own, especially when you allow them to learn by sleeping with you or in a swing :)&lt;br /&gt;I said before that I swore off books on sleep advise because they were all so contradictory. I learned that every baby is different and never knew how difficult it would be to get my baby some undisturbed sleep. However I broke down and read two more:  "The Happiest Baby on the Block" , "Healthy Sleep Habit, Happy Child" , these books along with a combination of advise from other moms, and constant prayer has helped Ayla become the ideal sleeping baby. Many moms struggle with the cry it out theory. Talking with moms who have well adjusted, loving, happy kids made me see that sometimes a baby truly needs to cry it out. We took on the mentality of not so much cry it out, but more of a learn to sleep mentality. Ayla is a strong willed little girl, this we learned quickly and honestly I have tried letting her cry it out before - but she didn't give up. But with the combination of age, schedule, and help from above she learned how to sleep! She now drifts off peacefully all on her own, well without me rocking, swaddling and her constant struggle.  The set up:&lt;br /&gt;1. drowsy but awake (when babies awaken they need to be put back to sleep the way they went to sleep - so this teaches them to do this on their own, this was the advise of Ayla's doctor) and consistency&lt;br /&gt;2. white noise cd&lt;br /&gt;3. home-made sleep sacks courtesy of Grandma Laura :)&lt;br /&gt;4. A rainforest waterall machine in her crib&lt;br /&gt;5. We cleared our schedules and the only time we left the house was: Brett work and me basketball&lt;br /&gt;6. At night I feed her then Brett tops her off about an hour later with 2 oz of formula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night we put her down in her crib around 8 and we did check in and calm her by rubbing her belly and shh shhing her at 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and then every 15 until she fell asleep. She cried for around 45 mins. Awoke at 12 and 6 am.&lt;br /&gt;Napping was the issue, as I knew it would be because she isn't near as fatigued. I didn't want her to cry for more than 1 hour. So at about 8 I put her down, she cried for an hour and by then she needed to eat, so I picked her up and she ate then we played. I tried again at noon, she cried for an hour, had a poopy diaper so I picked her up. Long story short, no naps all day. Monday night she fell asleep nice and easy in her crib and did her typical schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Again Tuesday the naps didn't go well. Each nap she cried for about an hour and slept for aournd 20-30 mins. Tuesday night she was asleep by 6:30 and slept until 5 am - no crying!!! Holy cow. I thought it may be a fluke because she was so exhausted. Yesterday Brett took the day off to help me and Ayla took two one hour naps and one two hour nap - no crying. She drifts off to the waterfall and white noise all on her own! Last night she fell asleep at 8:00 and slept unti 7:30. Cried for about twenty minutes around 9:30 but all in all she slept through the night again. I got 8 hours of undisturbed sleep - I haven't had more than 4 in 4 months!&lt;br /&gt;Letting Ayla cry was one of the hardest thing I have ever had to do, second to my dad's death. As I would pick her up out of her crib after a long hour of off and on tears she would immediately smile at me. Her demeanor was the same and she wanted to play, giggle, and coo just as much. I cried right along with her, in the car to practice, on the way home from practice, cried to my husband and many times to the Lord. I could feel God encouraging me every time I questioned our decision.&lt;br /&gt;I am even worried about admitting we let her cry it out to people and on this blog, but as I sit here at my computer, Ayla is bright eyed and cooing as she she plays in her bouncy seat after a much needed 12 hours of sleep. I will soon put her down for a one-two hour undisturbed nap. This decision was the first of many as parents that in the long run is best for our child. In the end, it only took three days of crying it out. I know there will be set backs, but a huge weight has been lifted and now I know Ayla is getting what she needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-1824080039119903164?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/1824080039119903164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=1824080039119903164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/1824080039119903164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/1824080039119903164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepy-deepy-part-two.html' title='Sleepy Deepy Part Two'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-4628488396697396049</id><published>2008-12-08T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:17:50.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not too interested</title><content type='html'>Well, as I have said previously Ayla has been coming with me to basketball practice. We arrive around 2:45 to visit mom's friends and students at work then go to practice about 3:00. Then Brett picks her up around 3:15. It works out perfect for us and gives me a chance to show off my cutie. Ayla has been a champ, just wide eyed and patient as mom coaches. This is Angel, one of our varsity players, she is injured so offered to help me out with Ayla. I guess Ayla was a little uninterested in all the bouncing, shouting, and shooting going on the gym because as soon as I took her out of the bjorn to hand her off she fell asleep, then stayed asleep when I strapped her on to Angel. We all got a really good laugh. Angel claims she has a calming effect on Ayla because she is Samoan. I asked her if she wants to come by around 2:00 am when I am trying to get Ayla back to sleep :) The picture is really small and a little fuzzy cause it is a cell phone pick. But hopefully you can see enough to get a good laugh yourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277499973130130530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/ST1yQ6COFGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kvMEChAH4Ak/s400/ayla+at+bball+1.jpg" border="0" /&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/4390402990704458003-4628488396697396049?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/4628488396697396049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=4628488396697396049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4628488396697396049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4628488396697396049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-too-interested.html' title='Not too interested'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/ST1yQ6COFGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kvMEChAH4Ak/s72-c/ayla+at+bball+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-2709197775204670027</id><published>2008-12-01T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:25:37.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Well, I am back to my old habits of not updating the blog. I started coaching basketball two weeks ago and even though it is only a few hours at night, I am now feeling SO busy. Brett is done with football so he now gets some quality time with Ayla. I bring her to the gym and he picks her up on his way home from work. I put her facing the front in the Baby Bjorn and she LOVES it. So much to watch - maybe a future basketball player? I will do my best to keep updating, if anything I will post pictures and not worry as much about the actual blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayla's first Thanksgiving was a success. From Wednesday to Friday we were on the go and Ayla was a champ. By Saturday we were all pretty wiped out and took lots of naps. I experienced the stress of a new parent during the holidays - trying to meet everyone's expectations to hold Ayla and play with Ayla, yet all Ayla wants is some food and some sleep. You learn quick you cannot succomb to what everyone is expecting of you and your child and we must just simply meet her needs. All in all though, we had some really great quality time with family - expecially uncle Scott and Aunty Christina in from the east coast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we spent some time watching a little football. To most of you it is a Thanksgiving tradition - to us it is a daily tradition :) Here is Ayla with daddy. I am convinced she loves the huge green feild with the little shapes of primary colors running around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397341506527346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/STX57o2JYHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/M65vjUOGLs8/s200/P1020241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397351062194834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/STX58McZSpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cbNrjFK3DBA/s200/P1020255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe it or not Ayla is almost 4 months. She has decided just two days ago she really likes the sound of her coos, goos, ga gas, and giggles and is chattering up a storm. Seeing the wide mouth giggle as I smother kisses all over her tummy is the best feeling in the world! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397352702987954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/STX58SjlzrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/krm5Z2zUDE8/s200/P1020261.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Playing with Grandpa, lots of smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397333169361858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/STX57JyaU8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/rTpS42p5ETc/s200/P1020242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I soon realized the hair band was a little too tight for her not so small noggin. Poor thing can't sit up yet because the weight of her head pulls her forward!  That and according to my sister, the doctor - she has no ab muscles and most of her bones are a cartlidge-like consistency and still developing.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397346048676690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/STX575xFE1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/WtUtcbOeVdk/s200/P1020249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ayla in her bumbo seat. Between the boppy pillow, a Baby Bjorn, a hooter hider, and now the bumbo, my poor mom can't keep it all straight, lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-2709197775204670027?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/2709197775204670027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=2709197775204670027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2709197775204670027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2709197775204670027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/STX57o2JYHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/M65vjUOGLs8/s72-c/P1020241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-7116151467964800015</id><published>2008-11-12T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:06:42.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayla the Elf</title><content type='html'>Well it seems that the holidays come around earlier and earlier each year. I noticed this weekend that at the Supermall Santa has already arrived! So in this spirit I put on some striped leggings that I found for Ayla. She had a cute matching green onesie but decided to blow out her diaper - so mom threw on this little apple onesie. The green onesie was even more elf-like but I still couldn't resist snapping pics of my precious little one looking like the perfect elf! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Ayla posing yet again for mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt7tfRZ1lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1ZRzdjv3cos/s1600-h/P1020221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267940210558752338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt7tfRZ1lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1ZRzdjv3cos/s320/P1020221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayla is also working on sitting up - here she is with a little help:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt8Q21VoBI/AAAAAAAAADo/KF29RMd8wrg/s1600-h/P1020226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267940818178908178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt8Q21VoBI/AAAAAAAAADo/KF29RMd8wrg/s200/P1020226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt8Pv7XmZI/AAAAAAAAADY/7RQjXqNfE8U/s1600-h/P1020223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267940799145286034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt8Pv7XmZI/AAAAAAAAADY/7RQjXqNfE8U/s200/P1020223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt8QIoKt3I/AAAAAAAAADg/0Md-G6wqPfI/s1600-h/P1020224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267940805775636338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt8QIoKt3I/AAAAAAAAADg/0Md-G6wqPfI/s200/P1020224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt8Rc36umI/AAAAAAAAADw/Uct5s4EDg8w/s1600-h/P1020232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267940828390275682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt8Rc36umI/AAAAAAAAADw/Uct5s4EDg8w/s200/P1020232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the little elf gets distracted by daddy:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt9SN7fpiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QDW9l7K-EJE/s1600-h/P1020230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267941941070243362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt9SN7fpiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QDW9l7K-EJE/s200/P1020230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt9RuoSPJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mlxa_iWUdhI/s1600-h/P1020231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267941932668173458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt9RuoSPJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mlxa_iWUdhI/s200/P1020231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-7116151467964800015?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/7116151467964800015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=7116151467964800015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7116151467964800015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7116151467964800015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/11/ayla-elf.html' title='Ayla the Elf'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRt7tfRZ1lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1ZRzdjv3cos/s72-c/P1020221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-4872793633453225160</id><published>2008-11-08T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:19:57.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared or Excited?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRZHwdaLfRI/AAAAAAAAADI/7epwjN_tawc/s1600-h/P1020220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266475712110099730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRZHwdaLfRI/AAAAAAAAADI/7epwjN_tawc/s320/P1020220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was snapping pictures of Ayla the other day and I came across thes one. Ayla's expressions for being excited about something to being startled are one in the same. I couldn't resist posting this because they made me laugh so hard, so hopefully they have the same effect on all of you who visit our blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I would like to point out that I am someone who went from hardly ever updating our blog, to someone who can't stay away from it. Thats what motherhood does to you, endless pride in getting to tell everyone the day to day happenings of her little one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSS: Look at those chubby arms -they actually are starting to overlap her wrists! Wholy cow I can't resist the SQUEEZE (shout out to my scoobs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-4872793633453225160?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/4872793633453225160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=4872793633453225160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4872793633453225160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4872793633453225160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/11/scared-or-excited.html' title='Scared or Excited?'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRZHwdaLfRI/AAAAAAAAADI/7epwjN_tawc/s72-c/P1020220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-2559605019936757699</id><published>2008-11-08T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:12:54.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRZGIEhbEXI/AAAAAAAAADA/WkMHM9A6Trc/s1600-h/P1020217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266473918723199346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRZGIEhbEXI/AAAAAAAAADA/WkMHM9A6Trc/s200/P1020217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin Lisa (on my mom's side), who is only a year younger than me just had her baby - Kylie Marie Hatfield.  Just a side note, my cousin Trena's baby (on my dad's side) is named Kyla.  So now we have Kyla, Ayla, and Kylie - my mom is nervous about keeping all the names straight :)  I am SO excited about her birth.  I am starting to be surrounded by family and friends that have had or are expecting babies.  So Ayla will have lots of friends and cousins to play with!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and I grew up playing Barbies, watching ridiculous eighties movies like Spaceballs and National Lampoon's Vacation and begging our moms to let us spend the night with each other (she leaved an hour away). So now we can start the cycle all over again with Ayla and Kylie - payback time I guess :) Here are pics of our sleepy little girls. Ayla has always been the tiny little one, until now - she was a big butterball compared to Lisa's precious little one...&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/4390402990704458003-2559605019936757699?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/2559605019936757699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=2559605019936757699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2559605019936757699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2559605019936757699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/11/cousins.html' title='Cousins!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRZGIEhbEXI/AAAAAAAAADA/WkMHM9A6Trc/s72-c/P1020217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-3780644429022318516</id><published>2008-11-04T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:53:59.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO Bears !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRFCy9hDuEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gFTrQxysN1A/s1600-h/brett+in+huddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265062882646931522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRFCy9hDuEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gFTrQxysN1A/s200/brett+in+huddle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRFCx9K2qxI/AAAAAAAAACw/UA3tXpZh9vA/s1600-h/brett+bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265062865373932306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRFCx9K2qxI/AAAAAAAAACw/UA3tXpZh9vA/s200/brett+bears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRFAwNek8OI/AAAAAAAAACo/9I9gcoTSTxQ/s1600-h/brett+in+huddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am posting a shout out to my husband and his football team who after hard work and perseverance have made it to playoffs. The Tahoma Bears will play the Jackson Timber Wolves on Friday in Everett. If they win they proceed to the next round and will play Ferris High School in Spokane next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much congrats to the players and especially the coaches who spend countless hours, anaylzing stats, constructing defensive and offensive schemes, scouting, and devoting time to making a difference in the lives of these young men. For Brett and the rest of the staff, it is about more than football, it is about character, competition, teamwork, and comraderie - life skills that will carry on past the glory days of high school football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Bears !!&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/4390402990704458003-3780644429022318516?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/3780644429022318516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=3780644429022318516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3780644429022318516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3780644429022318516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-bears.html' title='GO Bears !!!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SRFCy9hDuEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gFTrQxysN1A/s72-c/brett+in+huddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-6606033990079064467</id><published>2008-11-04T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:30:13.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayla Rolls Over!!!</title><content type='html'>I shall set the scene:&lt;br /&gt;My mom is sitting on the couch, I am on my knees on the floor and Ayla is having some tummy time.  She is happily teetering on her tummy, some little grunts and cooes here and there.  I am encouraging her to lift her head up and get up on her forearms.  Then out of nowhere she lifts her left arm and then the left leg follows and she rolled over!!!  I flipped out - totally brought tears to my eyer.  My mom and I are cheering and laughing hysterically while poor little Ayla is lying wide eyed and startled.  I quickly picked her up and smothered her with kisses.  To make sure it wasn't a fluke, I put her on her tummy again and she proceeded to roll over.  I quickly grabbed the video camera and prayed that she would do it again when daddy got home.  Brett came home later and I give him the good news, bragging about our little girl who accomplished a physical feat that most babies can't do until 14 or 15 weeks (she is 11 weeks) and of course she did it again.  Now we are working on rolling onto her left side.&lt;br /&gt;As she lay in my arms or feeds at my breast I look at her I am overwhelmed with love for her simple little self.  As the days continue I see her changing everyday and praise God for this gift that he has entrusted to me.  Teaching was my passion - I loved my students and my colleagues.  My job was very rewarding and I know God wanted me in the classroom.  My decision to stay at home and not go back to work was a very tough one that at my weak moments I question.  God has given me strength and assurance that this is where he has called me to be right now. &lt;br /&gt;Motherhood is tiring and stressfull but Ayla brightens every moment with a coo, a little smile, a fart, or even a super stinky squirt and with each Ayla accomplishment I feel so encouraged.  Her personality is starting to arise and she is SO active.  She urges me to mix up our play time with lots of different activities.  She is my little athlete :)&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday soon to start posting videos, so stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-6606033990079064467?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/6606033990079064467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=6606033990079064467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6606033990079064467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6606033990079064467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/11/ayla-rolls-over.html' title='Ayla Rolls Over!!!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-3204512548019601144</id><published>2008-10-29T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:23:50.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for my workout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQk10J6d1GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h_DqhveqxZg/s1600-h/P1020211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262796809689748578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQk10J6d1GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h_DqhveqxZg/s320/P1020211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom bought Ayla this cute little Adidas workout gear outfit in honor of my sister the future physical therapist and her mom the former athlete. I am starting WW, that is a code for only those in the know :) and joining "The Biggest Loser" competition at work and go tomorrow for my official weigh in to start the competition. All who know me know that I can't resist a little competitive action! This was the perfect motivation I needed to start losing the "baby weight". I have been trying to get out and walk, but the Washington fall is creeping in and I am starting to do the 20 min workouts they have On-Demand, so in the spirit of the workout I will put Ayla in her gear while I do the "buns of envy" routine (this is one of many ridiculously named routines). &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQk10zokS5I/AAAAAAAAACY/WXMXY6gnYxo/s1600-h/P1020213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262796820888963986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQk10zokS5I/AAAAAAAAACY/WXMXY6gnYxo/s320/P1020213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQk11SMlm-I/AAAAAAAAACg/59npwgk_Nu8/s1600-h/P1020212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262796829093108706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQk11SMlm-I/AAAAAAAAACg/59npwgk_Nu8/s320/P1020212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course don't look near as cute in my workout gear OR as happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-3204512548019601144?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/3204512548019601144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=3204512548019601144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3204512548019601144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3204512548019601144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/10/ready-for-my-workout.html' title='Ready for my workout'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQk10J6d1GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h_DqhveqxZg/s72-c/P1020211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-7592314619977911020</id><published>2008-10-27T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:29:02.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirts!</title><content type='html'>Well, another Ayla milestone:)    Future breastfeeding moms will soon agree and veteran breastfeeding moms will currently agree it literally is a squirt!  When I first came home with Ayla I was reading the appropriate "pee and poop" schedule and after about day 3 or 4 they say "8-12 squirts" are necessary.  Little did I know this is EXACTLY what they are.  I have just recently stopped giggling when I hear the loud rip come out of my innocent little baby.  I also never knew I would get so excited about soiled and wet diapers! &lt;br /&gt;She is on the verge of sleeping through the night, but the poor thing has to wake herself to squirt.  It is about fifteen minutes of fussing for 30 seconds, then back to sleep for 30 seconds, so on and so on-until I finally pick her up and wake her up so she can relieve herself, sometimes it is gas, sometimes poo.  Well, tonight she did it in her sleep!  Hooray for Ayla.  Well, I hope you all enjoyed reading about Ayla's bowel movements, thanks for listening!&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Mylicon (gas relieving drops for infants) is amazing and works really well after night time feedings.  It has a sweet taste so Ayla loves it.  I will give it to Ayla after I feed her and then when she is struggling about two hours later to fart (I guess I should say toot now as a mom) I drop some in her mouth.  She smiles and heads right back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-7592314619977911020?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/7592314619977911020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=7592314619977911020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7592314619977911020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7592314619977911020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/10/squirts.html' title='Squirts!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-3787442331265305900</id><published>2008-10-26T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:28:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so alert!  Ayla at 10 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQUWwgzVSlI/AAAAAAAAABE/FEfNUbe_Y_I/s1600-h/P1020207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261636762347063890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQUWwgzVSlI/AAAAAAAAABE/FEfNUbe_Y_I/s200/P1020207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ayla becomes more and more alert everyday. 10 weeks old tomorrow. Soon we will be counting in months...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wide eyed and smiling. We love it !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261636746791805506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQUWvm2q4kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zTUITADWM1o/s200/P1020191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261636732758690066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQUWuyk6iRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jqz3TV74q2o/s200/P1020189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I always have a good laugh when Ayla is having tummy time with daddy. I imagine her saying to herself, "it is just a bigger version of me" lol!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261636726982796466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQUWudD1ZLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pL1VNwfxtv4/s200/P1020188.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After I feed her I bring her up to my cheek. I absolutely LOVE being cheek to cheek with her, so soft and squishy. Does she have any of my genes? As her face takes shape we think she is developing my nose and mouth? We'll see..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261638139071847458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQUYApgGXCI/AAAAAAAAABM/N4ciipA6yq0/s200/P1020209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-3787442331265305900?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/3787442331265305900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=3787442331265305900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3787442331265305900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3787442331265305900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-alert.html' title='I am so alert!  Ayla at 10 weeks'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQUWwgzVSlI/AAAAAAAAABE/FEfNUbe_Y_I/s72-c/P1020207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-5047631580892802155</id><published>2008-10-25T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:04:13.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Ayla milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finally added myself as an author of this blog. Brett hasn't posted since I was about 20 weeks pregnant and anyone who knows me knows I have been giving him a hard time for getting the credit on the posted by line :) So anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday Ayla will be ten weeks old. Time flies. Everyone with a child tells me "treasure every minute, they grow up so fast". I am starting to realize this as Ayla now intently follows me with her eyes and smiles in response to mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has a little firefly toy that makes noise and lights up when you yank on it. She always just stares at it and smiles, but tonight she reached out for it ! Her motions are becoming so much more calculated. As she looks at the firefly I can see her trying to reach for it. She has also been holding in her binky. The best moment was tonight when I was holding her, we were smiling back and forth and she reached for my chin! Such an amazing mommy experience! This moment alone has made every middle night feed, poopy diaper, and ruined shirt due to spit up worth it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding, I have learned to have perspective on those moments too, because I don't like the negative emotions that tend to arise in me if I dwell on "all the hard work" . This is God working in me and praise Him for giving me the calm and wisdom that I posess when motherhood seems to overwhelm me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another milestone is Ayla's first trip to the Tacoma Dome Holiday food and gift extravaganza! Not sure if that is its true title, but either way, most of you know what I am referring to. Thanks to my mom I am a sucker for anything holiday and those endless aisles of booths. We went with my cousin Trena, her two kids Grant and Kyla and my aunt Cindy. Ayla was a trooper sleeping the whole time in her baby bjorn (the best 90 bucks I have ever spent!). Little did she know I came away with a knit hat and new shoes for her...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQPrksoe16I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KxLHyXsgrxU/s1600-h/P1020180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261307805387642786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQPrksoe16I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KxLHyXsgrxU/s320/P1020180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQPrwvSH_8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5EWKkzYCQDY/s1600-h/P1020179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261308012257607618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQPrwvSH_8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5EWKkzYCQDY/s320/P1020179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outing to Tacoma wasn't that big of a deal, but I am always looking for an excuse to post more pictures :)&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/4390402990704458003-5047631580892802155?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/5047631580892802155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=5047631580892802155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5047631580892802155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5047631580892802155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-ayla-milestone.html' title='Another Ayla milestone'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494527378491361852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SZD26-FFszI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xjcQIOOyalY/S220/p12385ta101308_13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dHPyBZWTrrk/SQPrksoe16I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KxLHyXsgrxU/s72-c/P1020180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-7105861152502843664</id><published>2008-10-18T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:32:28.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayla loves bath time with daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrEk5uSVuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ze-3MzbrtW8/s1600-h/P1020178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258731653157770978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrEk5uSVuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ze-3MzbrtW8/s200/P1020178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrEknRcb8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/3s9d4RTbxPY/s1600-h/P1020176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258731648204959682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrEknRcb8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/3s9d4RTbxPY/s200/P1020176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You learn quick as a new mom with a newborn that the best thing you can do for your baby is to simulate the womb. Ayla loves swaddling, sucking, shh shhh ing, and swinging or swaying. As a teacher I was constantly up in front of my class swaying back and forth, something I began doing very early in my pregnancy and was very unaware of it, until now when I stand in the grocery line swaying back and forth for no reason at all. Also, coaching basketball and softball I was constantly on my feet running, passing, throwing, hitting, etc. So Ayla is a baby on the move. Movement is the ultra soothing method for her. So bath time is no different. She was "at home" in the warm water from the beginning. First it was in the bathroom sink, but now at &lt;strong&gt;23 inches and almost 12 lbs&lt;/strong&gt; she has moved into her baby bath tub (thanks Janet!). This will be one of those posts where 13 years from now, Ayla will be like "MOM, you put naked baby pictures of me on the internet!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrElcEaJII/AAAAAAAAAP0/GQllAJvas2o/s1600-h/P1020177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258731662377362562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrElcEaJII/AAAAAAAAAP0/GQllAJvas2o/s200/P1020177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrEkekXLkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tVkByaxRUpE/s1600-h/P1020175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258731645868387906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrEkekXLkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tVkByaxRUpE/s200/P1020175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-7105861152502843664?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/7105861152502843664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=7105861152502843664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7105861152502843664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7105861152502843664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/10/ayla-loves-bath-time-with-daddy.html' title='Ayla loves bath time with daddy'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrEk5uSVuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ze-3MzbrtW8/s72-c/P1020178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-1843467093996734485</id><published>2008-10-18T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:17:06.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burp baby burp</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258728260307978482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrBfaX3CPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ynf__aUpC2A/s320/P1020173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258728270205848354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrBf_PsiyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/K-OEor4bnmI/s320/P1020174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically there are two classic burping methods: over the shoulder or sitting up on our laps.  Having her sitting up straight while she leans over our hand was always our favorite and most effective method, however she is a little big and squirmy now for the on the lap method, so we are starting to get creative.  I like to take her by the armpits and just move her up and down, stretch out the tummy a little, but this is something new Brett tried today.  It works!  Brett is always very creative and has lots of suggestions when it comes to solving "baby issues", this one cracks me up :)  Him too apparently.  I think we will call this one the flying baby method...&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/4390402990704458003-1843467093996734485?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/1843467093996734485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=1843467093996734485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/1843467093996734485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/1843467093996734485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/10/burp-baby-burp.html' title='Burp baby burp'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrBfaX3CPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ynf__aUpC2A/s72-c/P1020173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-5264804241932670816</id><published>2008-10-18T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:08:50.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everbody loves a naked baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258727461359377234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrAw6Dq21I/AAAAAAAAAO8/dYRPM8MRgko/s320/P1020169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrAwh4SXAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7nXtrDZ0sMw/s1600-h/P1020170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258727454869183490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrAwh4SXAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7nXtrDZ0sMw/s320/P1020170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrAxBQ7PAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UWDQBfaSz9I/s1600-h/P1020172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258727463294024706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrAxBQ7PAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UWDQBfaSz9I/s320/P1020172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time we lay Ayla down on her changing table, we turn the mobile on above her and out comes a huge smile. She can be screaming, wimpering, hungry, cold, tired or in any other uncomfortable state and a smile still manages to arise. Does she know she is about to get a clean diaper or is she excited about the music and floating flowers and butterflies above her head. Who knows, all I know is Brett and I can't resist squeezing and kissing her chubby little face, arms, tummy and legs.&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/4390402990704458003-5264804241932670816?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/5264804241932670816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=5264804241932670816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5264804241932670816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5264804241932670816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/10/everbody-loves-naked-baby.html' title='Everbody loves a naked baby'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPrAw6Dq21I/AAAAAAAAAO8/dYRPM8MRgko/s72-c/P1020169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-350653012063950881</id><published>2008-10-15T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:21:58.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Deepy</title><content type='html'>Here is a pic of Ayla's favorite place to sleep - no wonder she won't sleep in her bassinet when she has this warm mass of unconditional love to sleep on:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPaO3ZV8SXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6XBQkE8pOmo/s1600-h/P1020162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257546697348499826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPaO3ZV8SXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6XBQkE8pOmo/s320/P1020162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus begins my sleep rant...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am ready to truly "blog" because motherhood is a world of second guessing myself. I have lived my life as a confident female (thanks to amazing strength and love from my parents) always willing to be the leader and make decsions. I have hardly ever felt the need to second guess my decision making and need for efficiency:) So motherhood has really thrown me for a loop. God has been my guide and comforter. My faith has been our one true constant as we begin parenthood and I cannot imagine where I would be without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayla is a "textbook" baby. Cries when she is hungry, has gas, and is tired. Otherwise she is happy and calm. We are truly blessed. Feeding Ayla has been going great, she even takes a bottle about once a day and still loves breasfeeding. However, sleep is the area we struggle with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it whenever you tell people you just had a baby the first thing (or maybe second behind how much did she weigh?) is how does she sleep? Well, now as a mother of an 8 week old newborn I know :) It basically consumes me. Is she getting enough? Should I put her on a schedule? Why won't she sleep more then 20 minutes while napping in her bassinet, yet at night will sleep in there for 4 plus hours? How can I teach her to soothe herself? I will take any sleep advise you all have for me, mothers, fathers, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We committed the parent "no no" and had her in the bed with us. This was great, she slept almost 6 hours at a time. Yet during the day mommy got nothing done because she would only nap on my chest (or whoever was willing- grandma, dad...). Brett and I also were getting too afraid of the co-sleeping risk factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two weeks ago we started the transition into her bassinet, trying to avoid the age old cry it out method. Come to find out, we only had to do this once and all was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Between 9 and 10 we rock her to sleep after a bed time routine of bath, eat, read a story. We place her in the bassinet, she stirs about 20 mins later and we give her the binky (which she has a hard time keeping in her mouth because we waited so long to present it to her due to my fear of "nipple confusion" - this is my only regret so far, waiting so long to give her a binky, we should have done it from day one), so due to this binky issue I must be vigilent for awhile until she sucks herself into dream land. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She will then sleep a good 4 or 5 hours, which is great. I feed her and about 70% of the time so far she goes right back to sleep in her bassinet with the help of the binky, but sometimes we need to rock her back to sleep. This second stint in the bassinet only lasts 2 or 3 hours though. We are getting there though. I am happy with this. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;So here is where I need advise... NAPS. She will sleep in her swing, but motionless sleep is what she really needs to be rested. As I said she will sleep for about 20 mins in her bassinet before I hear a huge wail from the bedroom and I must rescue her, she will NOT go back to sleep on her own or with the binky, so at this point I lay down with her, sometimes I sleep, sometimes I watch Oprah :) I am hoping this is just a phase and as she gets more comfortable with soothing herself (which is an issue in itself because I don't know how to teach her to do that without her crying for what seems like too long and this too me is torture, my breasts start to leak and I begin sobbing myself). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have read book after book, which to anyone about to have a baby, DON'T read any books on sleep, do what works for you! You just drive yourself crazy with all the different recomendations. I know there are people out there who can lay there babies down and they fall asleep on their own, but very few of them. I have no problem putting my baby to sleep, helping her a bit. Parenting is about daily, second by second sacrifices and I am happy to make those for my precious little one. But she needs to be rested to be happy, so that is why there is a nap dilemma. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ahhhhh, motherhood :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-350653012063950881?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/350653012063950881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=350653012063950881' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/350653012063950881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/350653012063950881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleepy-deepy.html' title='Sleepy Deepy'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPaO3ZV8SXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6XBQkE8pOmo/s72-c/P1020162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-7540621523563976982</id><published>2008-10-12T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:34:52.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our pumpkin baby's first trip to the pumpkin patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we bundled Ayla up in her pumpkin suit that her grandma Laura got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too cute huh?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK016y97jI/AAAAAAAAANU/PG6aA16iS3Y/s1600-h/P1020143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256462553503886898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK016y97jI/AAAAAAAAANU/PG6aA16iS3Y/s200/P1020143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK012hD9gI/AAAAAAAAANc/-TuTx_hhwoc/s1600-h/P1020147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256462552355042818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK012hD9gI/AAAAAAAAANc/-TuTx_hhwoc/s200/P1020147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK66bTEdyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZEEw6D9JIKE/s1600-h/P1020151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256469228017710882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK66bTEdyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZEEw6D9JIKE/s200/P1020151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK012hD9gI/AAAAAAAAANc/-TuTx_hhwoc/s1600-h/P1020147.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK02sFT_rI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5MdRlywMZLw/s1600-h/P1020157.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK012hD9gI/AAAAAAAAANc/-TuTx_hhwoc/s1600-h/P1020147.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK012hD9gI/AAAAAAAAANc/-TuTx_hhwoc/s1600-h/P1020147.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK02sFT_rI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5MdRlywMZLw/s1600-h/P1020157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256462566734167730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK02sFT_rI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5MdRlywMZLw/s200/P1020157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK02sFT_rI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5MdRlywMZLw/s1600-h/P1020157.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK02sFT_rI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5MdRlywMZLw/s1600-h/P1020157.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our good family friends - Carpinito's - own a pumpkin patch and my mom is helping out selling roasted corn so we brought her down to show her off to grandma (and anyone else who wanted to see the cutest pumpkin ever). She was a huge hit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a special trip. My dad was always the one to take my sister and I to this pumpkin patch and trick or treating. He would have loved helping Ayla pick out her first pumpkin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK02pGg2jI/AAAAAAAAANs/_XQlnMCHq0c/s1600-h/P1020154.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK02pGg2jI/AAAAAAAAANs/_XQlnMCHq0c/s1600-h/P1020154.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK6jqjQGNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/B3dsinCFRgo/s1600-h/P1020154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256468836975122642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK6jqjQGNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/B3dsinCFRgo/s400/P1020154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK02pGg2jI/AAAAAAAAANs/_XQlnMCHq0c/s1600-h/P1020154.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-7540621523563976982?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/7540621523563976982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=7540621523563976982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7540621523563976982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7540621523563976982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-pumpkin-babys-first-trip-to-pumpkin.html' title='Our pumpkin baby&apos;s first trip to the pumpkin patch'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPK016y97jI/AAAAAAAAANU/PG6aA16iS3Y/s72-c/P1020143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-5485950778708407341</id><published>2008-10-12T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:53:20.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles, smiles, and more smiles</title><content type='html'>Ayla just can't help herself. When she is done eating she loves to look into mommy's eyes and give me a BIG grin. So I decided today to share this joy with all of you and get some pictures of our happy little baby smiling away. So here is the progression, first she considers it, then takes some time to remember how to smile and then yay, smiles &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKzR8SjwDI/AAAAAAAAANM/HCZzJnnLAyk/s1600-h/P1020115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460835917905970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKzR8SjwDI/AAAAAAAAANM/HCZzJnnLAyk/s200/P1020115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;galore !&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKyDen1xxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Ue1zFLBfiS8/s1600-h/P1020118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459487924307730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKyDen1xxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Ue1zFLBfiS8/s200/P1020118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKyDnXMQ5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/E6GxOr-XZkc/s1600-h/P1020121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459490270397330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKyDnXMQ5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/E6GxOr-XZkc/s200/P1020121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKyD3kgzZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/knHdeGT6fUM/s1600-h/P1020122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459494621236626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKyD3kgzZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/knHdeGT6fUM/s200/P1020122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKyEOzvJiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/x_T8mETfurU/s1600-h/P1020125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459500859106850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKyEOzvJiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/x_T8mETfurU/s200/P1020125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKyEch5pMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SWypXNgdZNY/s1600-h/P1020127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256459504542393538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKyEch5pMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SWypXNgdZNY/s200/P1020127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKzRYojCjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bdSA_AyN2lU/s1600-h/P1020139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460826346457650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKzRYojCjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bdSA_AyN2lU/s200/P1020139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKzRu1W4nI/AAAAAAAAANE/k0Vf6jZ2mKQ/s1600-h/P1020141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460832305767026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKzRu1W4nI/AAAAAAAAANE/k0Vf6jZ2mKQ/s200/P1020141.jpg" border="0" /&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/4390402990704458003-5485950778708407341?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/5485950778708407341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=5485950778708407341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5485950778708407341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5485950778708407341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/10/smiles-smiles-and-more-smiles.html' title='Smiles, smiles, and more smiles'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SPKzR8SjwDI/AAAAAAAAANM/HCZzJnnLAyk/s72-c/P1020115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-6586380874233260201</id><published>2008-09-22T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:22:16.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks !!!  Ayla is smiling...</title><content type='html'>Well, life as a mother is busy, busy, busy. I was never that on top of updating the blog and now I &lt;div&gt;am even worse, so be patient ok? Ayla is doing great. She is awake about 8 hours a day and sleeps in 3-4 hour increments at night, YAHOO!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SNf_wzHsXpI/AAAAAAAAALc/ptYzMIq28xo/s1600-h/P1020093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248945104544882322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SNf_wzHsXpI/AAAAAAAAALc/ptYzMIq28xo/s320/P1020093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is starting to smile in response to her mommy and daddy which is one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had. She is growing so fast, changing everyday. Her vision is improving too, she will follow things with her eyes more intently.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SNgAVMoHbEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HkP2MBTs9l8/s1600-h/P1020079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248945729867050050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SNgAVMoHbEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HkP2MBTs9l8/s320/P1020079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayla's favorite blanky:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My good friend Sam who currently resides in Oxford with her husband while he gets a doctorate in Celtic studies (I think that is what it is, tell me if I am wrong Sam so I can fix it). Sam and I are kindred spirits, we share an undying love of pop culture and Harry Potter. She affectionately refers to her husband Peter's school "Hogwarts". She is also an amazing artist (drawing, decorating, sewing). She sent Ayla a blanket and below is a picture of Ayla with the blanket. If you look closely you will see Sam included a strip of fabric that has trucks, bulldozers, and other construction equipment. Sam did this for Ayla to remember her Grandpa Darrell. Brett and I had a good cry. We know it is already a favorite of Ayla's because we got our first on camera smile !!! Thanks Sam :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SNf_xrLGxeI/AAAAAAAAALk/bCgPe5wpCyg/s1600-h/P1020095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248945119591581154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SNf_xrLGxeI/AAAAAAAAALk/bCgPe5wpCyg/s320/P1020095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SNf_xxXhtFI/AAAAAAAAALs/HRbeLt_yZkM/s1600-h/P1020097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248945121254290514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SNf_xxXhtFI/AAAAAAAAALs/HRbeLt_yZkM/s320/P1020097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-6586380874233260201?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/6586380874233260201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=6586380874233260201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6586380874233260201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6586380874233260201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/09/4-weeks.html' title='4 weeks !!!  Ayla is smiling...'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SNf_wzHsXpI/AAAAAAAAALc/ptYzMIq28xo/s72-c/P1020093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-4170588425285835289</id><published>2008-09-08T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:23:22.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayla at 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>At her two week check up, Ayla was 7 lb 1 oz. Mommy and Daddy were SO PROUD !&lt;br /&gt;She is growing every day...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXdBs90vtI/AAAAAAAAALU/Tw9Q6apvJU0/s1600-h/P1020045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243840362462887634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXdBs90vtI/AAAAAAAAALU/Tw9Q6apvJU0/s320/P1020045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXcVO2VS-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/NYVPin6bAEw/s1600-h/P1020021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243839598464158690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXcVO2VS-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/NYVPin6bAEw/s320/P1020021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXcVdxHeuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rEi_hWxrs0Q/s1600-h/P1020041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243839602468813538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXcVdxHeuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rEi_hWxrs0Q/s320/P1020041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXcVoWMLYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SFoAgKqxAS0/s1600-h/P1020013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243839605308665218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXcVoWMLYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SFoAgKqxAS0/s320/P1020013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXcV8cgxGI/AAAAAAAAALE/rJN0XHAee6o/s1600-h/P1020017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243839610703889506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXcV8cgxGI/AAAAAAAAALE/rJN0XHAee6o/s320/P1020017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXcWffirSI/AAAAAAAAALM/I6MPmfrBAbw/s1600-h/P1020044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243839620111838498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXcWffirSI/AAAAAAAAALM/I6MPmfrBAbw/s320/P1020044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/4390402990704458003-4170588425285835289?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/4170588425285835289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=4170588425285835289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4170588425285835289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4170588425285835289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/09/ayla-at-2-weeks.html' title='Ayla at 2 weeks'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXdBs90vtI/AAAAAAAAALU/Tw9Q6apvJU0/s72-c/P1020045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-2725769102568470289</id><published>2008-09-08T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:24:20.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit from Sarah and Emma</title><content type='html'>We were lucky enough to hook up with our good friends Sarah and Emma while they were in town from North Carolina for a couple of days. Ayla's first outing !&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXakn-TgcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dw7neRC5nNI/s1600-h/P1020036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243837663883264450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXakn-TgcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dw7neRC5nNI/s320/P1020036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXak71qAVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MjH2x8Y9Zd0/s1600-h/P1020037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243837669215699282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXak71qAVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MjH2x8Y9Zd0/s320/P1020037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-2725769102568470289?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/2725769102568470289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=2725769102568470289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2725769102568470289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2725769102568470289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/09/visit-from-sarah-and-emma.html' title='A visit from Sarah and Emma'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXakn-TgcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dw7neRC5nNI/s72-c/P1020036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-3136092861953031778</id><published>2008-08-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:06:38.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anouncing Ayla Christina Thompson, 8-18-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She has arrived !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 lbs 13 oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17.5 inches&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC6SmBSMTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/O7ETjvQde6s/s1600-h/P1020009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237891195238232370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC6SmBSMTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/O7ETjvQde6s/s400/P1020009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy's hair, eyes, arms, toes and calm demeanor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say she can sleep through anything and the only time she gets upset is when she needs to eat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy's nose, mouth, fingers and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honesty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett says she is quick to let us know what she wants :)&lt;br /&gt;As we wrote every post this is the one we have been waiting for - she is the most precious wonderful blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The play by play...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday 8-18-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:30 am:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am examined by my OB during my scheduled weekly check-up who tells me I am currently 3 cm dilated and 50% effaced (no surprise since I was 2 cm the week before). At this point Brett and I think she will arrive in the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:00:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been feeling some cramping in my abdomen, back and legs for about two weeks, Braxton Hicks. However, these cramps were a little stronger and longer - about an hour apart, contractions????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:00:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett, me and my sister go to the supermall to do a little walking around to relieve some of my cramps - yep at this point I still am not convinced they are contractions -the joys of a first time mom, the constant unknowns of pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now my cramps (nope not convinced yet - pretty sure though) are about 30 minutes apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok. I am now convinced they are contractions as I am on my knees kneeling over my couch moaning in pain that these are in fact contractions and I am in the beginning stages of labor. I bounce on my exercise ball between each one (about 15- 20 mins apart) I am assuming we will leave for the hospital maybe around midnight. Little did I know that Ayla was more than ready and would arrive before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:45&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell Brett that we should head to the hospital because they are coming at 7 mins apart. We were told from the beginning by doctors, birth class, friends - "don't get there too early, you would rather be at home" so we decide to wait and see if I have four more before 8:30. I have four within the next 20 minutes. The ride to hospital is a blur - I can't speak for Brett but I know it was extremely stressful for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:30 - A Guardian Angel sent by Grandpa Darrell...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at Valley Medical Center into the ER. My dad sent us an angel here on earth. I rolled into the packed ER on my wheelchair in the most intense pain. The admit people were taking their time and said I had to wait for someone from the birth center to come down and meet me. The hospital's security guard (a big strong black man) says we aint waitin - come on baby I will get you there real quick. He takes the wheelchair and rushes me through the hospital into the birth center. He doesn't even let the nurse who meets him at the birth center entrance take me to my room - he does. He helps me onto my bed and gives me a hug and huge encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;about 9:00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on out the times are approximate, as it is all a blur at this point :) The nurse examines me and I am dilated to 5.5 cm. My OB is on call until 10:oo so nurse informs me the on call OB from my doctors office will deliver my baby. I tell her I don't want any narcotic pain meds, just an epidural. She tells me the anestesiologist is on his way. Little did I know how ready my little girl was to come into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;about two hours later WITHOUT epidural (11:00-ish)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse comes in to examine me and I am already at 9.5 cm - none of us, especially the medical staff were expecting me to progress this fast. My contractions are so intense I feel like I am going to pass out. Then, I don't know which stressful piece of news she tells me first, that the Dr. is running late coming from Seattle or that the anesthesiologist might not make it to me before I deliver ! What, I say (more like scream) is "there is NO other anesthesiologist in this entire hospital who can help me?" Brett says "why did we even come to the hospital, no Dr. no epidural?"&lt;br /&gt;Then, another miracle occcurs. Not, five minutes later &lt;strong&gt;the anesthesiologist appears at the door and is able to give me my epdural!&lt;/strong&gt; And in another few minutes the Doctor is their breaking my water. He tells the nurse to keep an eye on me and let him know how I progress. Again, Ayla was ready because I look to my mom, sister and Brett and say "I feel nauseous" and then up comes my philly cheese steak I ate earlier when roaming the mall. The nurse runs to get the Dr. because this is a pushing mechanism and means Ayla is ready to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;The Dr. comes back and is impressed with my pushing ability and says "you are better then the other lady about to deliver, I'll do you first" My competitive spirit doesn't die because I am in labor. I am very proud of both myself and my daughter. The question everyone has is will her birthday be 8/18 or 8/19 ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:55 pm:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, Ayla !!! She is beautiful and screaming. The clean her up and wrap her up and hand her to me. The most fullfilling, rewarding, amazing moment of my life. As I see Brett approaching me I see he feels the same way. A proud papa, Ayla immediately a daddy's girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLCkGhjcSpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/addVGsauEm8/s1600-h/P1010956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237866798625082002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLCkGhjcSpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/addVGsauEm8/s320/P1010956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write out of the womb. My sister being the future Doctor was right there to snap some amazing pictures (including the placenta which I will spare you the sight of - but amazing in its own right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLCktsLm_RI/AAAAAAAAAIk/odtb2FKdO-E/s1600-h/P1010965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237867471492807954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLCktsLm_RI/AAAAAAAAAIk/odtb2FKdO-E/s320/P1010965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family of three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLClf9FqVbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/w4_nMbFW_oQ/s1600-h/P1010969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237868335024723378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLClf9FqVbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/w4_nMbFW_oQ/s320/P1010969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLCle62HV9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/CJr_8KG-GLU/s1600-h/P1010970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237868317242775506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLCle62HV9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/CJr_8KG-GLU/s320/P1010970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLClgsT2e8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/StfSNTXEi0Q/s1600-h/P1010972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237868347700706242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLClgsT2e8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/StfSNTXEi0Q/s320/P1010972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little more refreshed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLClh1adVuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/a0sTHr1Lrus/s1600-h/P1010989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237868367324206818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLClh1adVuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/a0sTHr1Lrus/s320/P1010989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC0mZxbJTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1HB81jO0HTI/s1600-h/prestons+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237884938478101810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC0mZxbJTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1HB81jO0HTI/s320/prestons+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLClgIss-GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OajnSoBqQ7I/s1600-h/prestons+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237868338141263970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLClgIss-GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OajnSoBqQ7I/s320/prestons+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing about bringing Ayla into this world is all the love she is surrounded by. From close family, to extended family, to all of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC5M4voqyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NpkFXsrEnNM/s1600-h/P1010986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237889997673638690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC5M4voqyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NpkFXsrEnNM/s200/P1010986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC3gu8r9FI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AcbgH-8DkkQ/s1600-h/P1010980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237888139618153554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC3gu8r9FI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AcbgH-8DkkQ/s200/P1010980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC5gyrO7gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aabzS5lMRKc/s1600-h/P1010991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237890339641945602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC5gyrO7gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aabzS5lMRKc/s200/P1010991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC5gyrO7gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aabzS5lMRKc/s1600-h/P1010991.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC5Mia2AkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5lqwyQEx0kU/s1600-h/P1010985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237889991680852546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC5Mia2AkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5lqwyQEx0kU/s200/P1010985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXZ-dIrk9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/tGZCSPCRkRo/s1600-h/P1020028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243837008138965970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXZ-dIrk9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/tGZCSPCRkRo/s320/P1020028.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXZ-rAiuuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2wPg8ynT5QM/s1600-h/P1020034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243837011862928098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SMXZ-rAiuuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2wPg8ynT5QM/s320/P1020034.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC5gyrO7gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aabzS5lMRKc/s1600-h/P1010991.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/4390402990704458003-3136092861953031778?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/3136092861953031778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=3136092861953031778' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3136092861953031778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3136092861953031778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/08/anouncing-ayla-christina-thompson-8-18.html' title='Anouncing Ayla Christina Thompson, 8-18-08'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SLC6SmBSMTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/O7ETjvQde6s/s72-c/P1020009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-4968480783956871363</id><published>2008-08-04T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:51:55.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJihOhFf0kI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7z5YYFAib44/s1600-h/P1010948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231108237962498626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJihOhFf0kI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7z5YYFAib44/s320/P1010948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am even bigger at 37 weeks, notice the delicious deserts - that is why I am smiling so big !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-4968480783956871363?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/4968480783956871363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=4968480783956871363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4968480783956871363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4968480783956871363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/08/37-weeks.html' title='37 weeks'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJihOhFf0kI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7z5YYFAib44/s72-c/P1010948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-8739478369931809597</id><published>2008-08-04T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:50:28.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showers, Showers, and more showers</title><content type='html'>Brett and I are so very blessed with lots of friends of family who have been "showering" us with gifts.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend since 7th grade, Robi, and my mom threw one for close friends two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;Robi and I; Amber, Connie, Mom, and Me; Ayla's first softball glove&lt;br /&gt;Me and Misty; Me, Shawna and Ellis &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJichufIu4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xcku0KLtiE4/s1600-h/P1010924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231103070419073922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJichufIu4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xcku0KLtiE4/s200/P1010924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiciHQAizI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XQbETvS4C8s/s1600-h/P1010927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231103077066509106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiciHQAizI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XQbETvS4C8s/s200/P1010927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiZfBk_jnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/f4QPWzotcBA/s1600-h/P1010913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231099725469421170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiZfBk_jnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/f4QPWzotcBA/s200/P1010913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiciTkDMhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/INDWi-kRQlM/s1600-h/IMGP0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231103080371794450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiciTkDMhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/INDWi-kRQlM/s200/IMGP0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJidsSs8D6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/OFV9PTHVPyc/s1600-h/P1010910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231104351450959778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJidsSs8D6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/OFV9PTHVPyc/s200/P1010910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following weekend my aunt Cindy and cousin Trena threw one for my side of the family. Our friends John and Sarah Pell were here visiting from North Carolina this weekend too so we got to get together with them and our other friends from college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Left:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st picture: Jeni, Chris, Sarah and Emma, John, Brett, Me, Joe, and Janet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd picture: Cousin Trena and her baby Kyla, Me, Mom, Aunt Cindy, Christina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiYZm3nkSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vFmQN4n0t0M/s1600-h/IMGP0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231098532888809762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiYZm3nkSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vFmQN4n0t0M/s200/IMGP0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiYaLlnIiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RAFU64rmxBc/s1600-h/P1010944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231098542745395746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiYaLlnIiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RAFU64rmxBc/s200/P1010944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend friends from church also had a shower for me and the following day Brett's mom had one at her house for Brett's family and friends. Wow ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett's aunt Kim and cousin Melynda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJidrYp96eI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uQYfjb5GfEA/s1600-h/IMGP0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231104335869241826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJidrYp96eI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uQYfjb5GfEA/s200/IMGP0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJidrKG34ZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iZN0wGdCNn4/s1600-h/IMGP0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231104331963949458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJidrKG34ZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iZN0wGdCNn4/s200/IMGP0155.jpg" border="0" /&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/4390402990704458003-8739478369931809597?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/8739478369931809597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=8739478369931809597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/8739478369931809597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/8739478369931809597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/08/showers-showers-and-more-showers.html' title='Showers, Showers, and more showers'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJichufIu4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xcku0KLtiE4/s72-c/P1010924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-2746737816177159781</id><published>2008-08-04T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:09:12.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sister Christina, known to most as Scoobs has been hard at work in Boston dissecting her cadaver (brave people who donate their bodies to science in order to advance the knowledge of young students wanting to become doctors) in her endeavor to become a Dr of Physical Therapy. I am SO very proud of her but definitely have been missing her as we approach the birth of Ayla. She took me by complete surprise and flew in last weekend to come to my shower. Pretty amazing of her huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiWkS6TX4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Jd9B3wiZRpQ/s1600-h/IMGP0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiXKj-9YbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ga6KJlGxveY/s1600-h/IMGP0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231097174904627634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiXKj-9YbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ga6KJlGxveY/s400/IMGP0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiWk_wGgGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zH6vUjpnQMM/s1600-h/IMGP0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231096529523474530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiWk_wGgGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zH6vUjpnQMM/s200/IMGP0115.jpg" border="0" /&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/4390402990704458003-2746737816177159781?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/2746737816177159781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=2746737816177159781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2746737816177159781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2746737816177159781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/08/surprise.html' title='Surprise !!!'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SJiXKj-9YbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ga6KJlGxveY/s72-c/IMGP0114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-3685922721568012542</id><published>2008-07-13T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:20:43.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoqualmie falls at 33 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo5BjjHwnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a6VtMh_HY-Y/s1600-h/P1010879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222549416774713970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo5BjjHwnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a6VtMh_HY-Y/s320/P1010879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett and I took a day trip to Snoqualmie Falls.  Absolutely gorgeous.  Here I am with only 7 weeks to go, maybe even less :)  My doctor says we could be looking at a week early.  We'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-3685922721568012542?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/3685922721568012542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=3685922721568012542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3685922721568012542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3685922721568012542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/07/snoqualmie-falls-at-33-weeks.html' title='Snoqualmie falls at 33 weeks'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo5BjjHwnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a6VtMh_HY-Y/s72-c/P1010879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-6811654849930659296</id><published>2008-07-13T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:17:40.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayla's Nursery, only 7 more weeks !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo4hJHcD-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ez0VFAuOGkc/s1600-h/P1010867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222548859923468258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo4hJHcD-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ez0VFAuOGkc/s200/P1010867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo4hdZ98jI/AAAAAAAAAE8/s3LCqCyPxAY/s1600-h/P1010868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222548865369895474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo4hdZ98jI/AAAAAAAAAE8/s3LCqCyPxAY/s200/P1010868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo4hlSyxQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rHnpFTkQAaE/s1600-h/P1010869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222548867487286530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo4hlSyxQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rHnpFTkQAaE/s200/P1010869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo4h4awaxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z1tzw1f64AA/s1600-h/P1010870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222548872620960530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo4h4awaxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z1tzw1f64AA/s200/P1010870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much hard work and of course convincing my husband of three different wall colors we have almost completed our nursery ! From yellow, to green, to pink. It is cozy and bright and we can't wait to bring Ayla home to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett constructed all of the furniture and bought me the comfy glider - again what a great dad.  Now I just need to add those finishing touches.  Any ideas???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo3HuCmmYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ewdp38hAQcY/s1600-h/P1010867.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-6811654849930659296?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/6811654849930659296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=6811654849930659296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6811654849930659296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6811654849930659296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/07/aylas-nursery-only-7-more-weeks.html' title='Ayla&apos;s Nursery, only 7 more weeks !'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SHo4hJHcD-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ez0VFAuOGkc/s72-c/P1010867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-6101983595575618610</id><published>2008-06-25T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:18:38.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia at 31 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMmoDA2t6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/406OSTgOR4g/s1600-h/P1010835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216055262870681506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMmoDA2t6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/406OSTgOR4g/s320/P1010835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMmeBUTtuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cRghiMxb1YM/s1600-h/P1010835.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4390402990704458003-6101983595575618610?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/6101983595575618610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=6101983595575618610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6101983595575618610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6101983595575618610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/06/alicia-at-31-weeks.html' title='Alicia at 31 weeks'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMmoDA2t6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/406OSTgOR4g/s72-c/P1010835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-7714270255457547229</id><published>2008-06-25T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:15:58.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Nursery Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMl424pd1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/aml47_vbZFM/s1600-h/P1010836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216054452161181522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMl424pd1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/aml47_vbZFM/s200/P1010836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last summer we painted our office dark purple, little did we know that just a year later we would be prepping the room for our little girl. Although my decorating ability is limited, I have convinced Brett that the room would look amazing with three different wall colors. All light colors -we will post pics shortly - as soon as Brett can complete the two coats of primer needed to cover up the purple. Another reason why I love him so and why he will make a great daddy. Dependable and hard working :)&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/4390402990704458003-7714270255457547229?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/7714270255457547229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=7714270255457547229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7714270255457547229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7714270255457547229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-nursery-time.html' title='It&apos;s Nursery Time'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMl424pd1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/aml47_vbZFM/s72-c/P1010836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-3192344072917021083</id><published>2008-06-25T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:20:56.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auburn Mountainview High School Baby Shower !</title><content type='html'>Well, it is about that time and today I was given a shower by my closest teacher friend Stephanie (english). This is technically the second shower &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMj4SKieBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9imdn-rw8r4/s1600-h/P1010848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216052243280853010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMj4SKieBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9imdn-rw8r4/s200/P1010848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been given. The first was a surprise thrown by my JV fastpitch team, I was totally shocked and so touched. Lots of clothes for Ayla at that one, what else would 15 and 16 year old girls want to buy but cute little girl baby clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMjMtZ05yI/AAAAAAAAADk/ETGcywS2SZw/s1600-h/P1010841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216051494678488866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMjMtZ05yI/AAAAAAAAADk/ETGcywS2SZw/s200/P1010841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We currently have 6 pregnant teachers at AMHS. Eva (spanish teacher) is my fellow mommy to be in this picture. Her little one is due August 28th. We will see who comes first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMjiOvPhGI/AAAAAAAAADs/d9xNAG-EDtU/s1600-h/P1010850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216051864403936354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMjiOvPhGI/AAAAAAAAADs/d9xNAG-EDtU/s200/P1010850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMj4DVxtxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0FxKApxAkp0/s1600-h/P1010852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216052239301457682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMj4DVxtxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0FxKApxAkp0/s200/P1010852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-3192344072917021083?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/3192344072917021083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=3192344072917021083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3192344072917021083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3192344072917021083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/06/auburn-mountainview-high-school-baby.html' title='Auburn Mountainview High School Baby Shower !'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SGMj4SKieBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9imdn-rw8r4/s72-c/P1010848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-2065993875513928659</id><published>2008-06-19T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:44:07.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay...enough already! Her name is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ayla Christina Thompson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The etymology of Ayla is Hebrew and means something like oak tree, but we just saw the name in a baby name book and fell in love with it. Christina is obviously because of Alicia's sister. Do I need to explain Thompson? Now we can stop calling her "baby" and "she" and start calling her by her name. By the way, it's a long A like Kayla without the K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-2065993875513928659?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/2065993875513928659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=2065993875513928659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2065993875513928659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/2065993875513928659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-okayenough-already-her-name-is.html' title='Okay, okay...enough already! Her name is...'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-5150866006612945495</id><published>2008-06-19T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:33:14.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here she is at 28 weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SFqkgvL2kbI/AAAAAAAAADc/YeXJoOcKY3c/s1600-h/Ayla-face+at+28+wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213660400963719602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SFqkgvL2kbI/AAAAAAAAADc/YeXJoOcKY3c/s320/Ayla-face+at+28+wks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SFqkE6eGs8I/AAAAAAAAADU/e0LIi1ZJAhU/s1600-h/Ayla-profile+at+28+wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213659922956727234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SFqkE6eGs8I/AAAAAAAAADU/e0LIi1ZJAhU/s320/Ayla-profile+at+28+wks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To the left is her profile. She's facing left. She's starting to look more human now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the right is a frontal face view. Did I say she was looking more human? Ultrasounds are so weird, yet so amazing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-5150866006612945495?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/5150866006612945495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=5150866006612945495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5150866006612945495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5150866006612945495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-she-is-at-28-weeks.html' title='Here she is at 28 weeks...'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SFqkgvL2kbI/AAAAAAAAADc/YeXJoOcKY3c/s72-c/Ayla-face+at+28+wks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-4242888560072004388</id><published>2008-05-02T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:14:58.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrying on a Bosik family tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SBvmr__xfHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Cvzgwod1hZY/s1600-h/Alicia+and+Scoobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196000238689680498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SBvmr__xfHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Cvzgwod1hZY/s320/Alicia+and+Scoobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family has gone every year since I can remember to Sun Lakes State Park for the opening day of fishing. It is an annual camping trip that brings generations of friends - who are more like family - together. It is something my sister and I still look forward to, many great memories. So with no further ado, I am proud to announce baby Thompson's first annual Sun Lakes trip!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-4242888560072004388?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/4242888560072004388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=4242888560072004388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4242888560072004388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/4242888560072004388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/05/carrying-on-bosik-family-tradition.html' title='Carrying on a Bosik family tradition'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SBvmr__xfHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Cvzgwod1hZY/s72-c/Alicia+and+Scoobs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-3828967605714932658</id><published>2008-05-02T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:07:46.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's movin and groovin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SBvj___xfFI/AAAAAAAAABs/pO9B_8YdNgQ/s1600-h/Alicia+Pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195997283752180818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SBvj___xfFI/AAAAAAAAABs/pO9B_8YdNgQ/s320/Alicia+Pregnant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're not going to tell you her name until she takes her first breath of fresh air, but we've got a good one picked out. I really wanted Rolla Gervin, but Alicia shot that one down quick...I have no idea why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics of the &lt;strong&gt;23 week&lt;/strong&gt; baby bump. She's agettin bigger! Alicia is a gorgeous pregnant lady though isn't she?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SBvkMf_xfGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kylhNpeX4Dg/s1600-h/Pregnant+Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195997498500545634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SBvkMf_xfGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kylhNpeX4Dg/s320/Pregnant+Couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some big changes have occurred lately in the womb. Our baby girl is really starting to move around. Even I've felt a kick...a-mazing! She is especially active in the evenings which is great for all of us. It seems like time is going by fast even though Alicia would say otherwise. It won't be long until we'll have another toe head runnin around here though.&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/4390402990704458003-3828967605714932658?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/3828967605714932658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=3828967605714932658' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3828967605714932658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/3828967605714932658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/05/shes-movin-and-groovin.html' title='She&apos;s movin and groovin!'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/SBvj___xfFI/AAAAAAAAABs/pO9B_8YdNgQ/s72-c/Alicia+Pregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-6301150575146713083</id><published>2008-04-09T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:16:29.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break...We registered !</title><content type='html'>I think as teachers we look forward to spring break way more than we ever did as students. We spent our first day of vacation, all day Monday registering at:&lt;br /&gt;Target and BabysRUs.&lt;br /&gt;Brett was just as excited as I was. Reasons like these are why I know he is going to be a terrific daddy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-6301150575146713083?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/6301150575146713083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=6301150575146713083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6301150575146713083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/6301150575146713083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-breakwe-registerd.html' title='Spring Break...We registered !'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-1217289045059441749</id><published>2008-04-05T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:05:24.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 20 week baby bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/R_hZ0kaBQqI/AAAAAAAAABY/FW667MFFJVM/s1600-h/P1010770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185993730578006690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/R_hZ0kaBQqI/AAAAAAAAABY/FW667MFFJVM/s320/P1010770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at 20 weeks.  Baby Thompson under construction and growing fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-1217289045059441749?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/1217289045059441749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=1217289045059441749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/1217289045059441749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/1217289045059441749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/04/20-week-baby-bump.html' title='The 20 week baby bump'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/R_hZ0kaBQqI/AAAAAAAAABY/FW667MFFJVM/s72-c/P1010770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-5216411182828941921</id><published>2008-04-05T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:50:49.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Girl !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/R_hWP0aBQkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nF2S__uCNm8/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185989800682930754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/R_hWP0aBQkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nF2S__uCNm8/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 week ultraound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is a description so you all can figure out what is going on in this picure - this one is a bit blurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is facing down toward the bottom of the uterus, her head is on the right (you can barely see the profile of her right side), and the spine you can see clearly in the middle of the picture.&lt;/span&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/4390402990704458003-5216411182828941921?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/5216411182828941921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=5216411182828941921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5216411182828941921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/5216411182828941921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl !!!'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/R_hWP0aBQkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nF2S__uCNm8/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-7275604367854775975</id><published>2008-03-10T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:25:58.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultrasound Pics</title><content type='html'>From bean to baby in just a few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/R9YIpJTFbxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dl9wDE79w1Y/s1600-h/ultrasound+1+8+07+7+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176334324672589586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="145" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/R9YIpJTFbxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dl9wDE79w1Y/s320/ultrasound+1+8+07+7+weeks.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at 7 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/R9YIpZTFbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qt7CXjIdGWg/s1600-h/13+weeks+2.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176334328967556898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="232" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/R9YIpZTFbyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qt7CXjIdGWg/s320/13+weeks+2.18.jpg" width="488" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13 weeks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-7275604367854775975?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/7275604367854775975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=7275604367854775975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7275604367854775975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7275604367854775975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/03/ultrasound-pics.html' title='Ultrasound Pics'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/R9YIpJTFbxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dl9wDE79w1Y/s72-c/ultrasound+1+8+07+7+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390402990704458003.post-7587276762996495488</id><published>2008-03-10T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:07:47.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Thompson Under Construction</title><content type='html'>Christmas 2007 brought the best news ever to the Thompson family...Alicia's pregnant!!! Hopefully this blog will keep our friends and family up-to-speed on how the little one is growing. The first 16 weeks have been filled with excitement and sickness as Alicia's had to bear the brunt of the tough parts of pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first ultrasound in February was incredible! I had to hold back the man-tears when I saw our little one squirming about in what looked to be a cozy little pocket of warmth and nutrition. Alicia actually had to do some toe-touches just to get the little one in a better position for the the doc to take measurements...already showing some Bosik stubborness maybe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three weeks we'll find out the gender and we can let the spoiling begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390402990704458003-7587276762996495488?l=littlethompson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/feeds/7587276762996495488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390402990704458003&amp;postID=7587276762996495488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7587276762996495488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390402990704458003/posts/default/7587276762996495488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlethompson.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-thompson-under-construction.html' title='Baby Thompson Under Construction'/><author><name>Brett</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6n9xpA_ihc/S3h4ad2iWSI/AAAAAAAADKM/LAn9LrvwI20/S220/DSC_2689.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
