<?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-9034284574224965504</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:41:56.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flanz Bananz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-3260293317964345902</id><published>2009-09-20T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:59:32.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight little sun</title><content type='html'>flanz: "It's getting dark outside."&lt;br /&gt;m: "Yes, the sun is going to bed and it's time for you to go to bed too."&lt;br /&gt;flanz: "does little sun brush his teeth? ....  and does his mommy-sun read him books?"&lt;br /&gt;m: "yes, I think so."&lt;br /&gt;flanz: "And then he goes to sleep and pulls his blankets up all by himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-3260293317964345902?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/3260293317964345902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=3260293317964345902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/3260293317964345902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/3260293317964345902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodnight-little-sun.html' title='goodnight little sun'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-2785701775741146154</id><published>2008-10-20T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:30:42.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Otto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SP4VoL2wWII/AAAAAAAAAmA/AMmjjamjYts/s1600-h/iPhotoiPhoto-mailtmp-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SP4VoL2wWII/AAAAAAAAAmA/AMmjjamjYts/s320/iPhotoiPhoto-mailtmp-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259665194936719490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Otto Charles Malmberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;our nephew and cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;August 22-30, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sweet baby boy.  I wish so much I could visit him and hold him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dark blue eyes, soft fuzzy hair, long feet and toes, chubby thighs squeezed between my fingers, little fists darting towards my face, thumb in mouth, my brother holding him, stroking him, loving him, his mommy looking at him with intense, open, all-encompassing love, his mommy's elf ear, his daddy's chest, his button nose, his sweet, gentle presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Loving him from the moment Jessie plopped that stick down in front of me.  Waiting for him, hearing his name for the first time, the burst of joy upon meeting him, holding him, kissing him, loving him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't bear that there will be no more moments with him. But if it is so, the ones I had will somehow be enough. I love him, my nephew.  I have so much sadness but also gratefulness. His life, his person, and my memories of him will forever decorate my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-2785701775741146154?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2785701775741146154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=2785701775741146154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/2785701775741146154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/2785701775741146154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2008/10/otto.html' title='Otto'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SP4VoL2wWII/AAAAAAAAAmA/AMmjjamjYts/s72-c/iPhotoiPhoto-mailtmp-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-4576739454665054627</id><published>2008-06-09T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:10.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Flannery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SHGggsUzy8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/CNAPCD_ieoA/s1600-h/IMG_1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SHGggsUzy8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/CNAPCD_ieoA/s320/IMG_1621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220129926613814210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a great day at the park with family and friends.  Highlights included sprinklers, bubbles, strawberries, gifts, balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SHGi5ztUhXI/AAAAAAAAAlc/vQ2fgWQ-JZ0/s1600-h/IMG_1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SHGi5ztUhXI/AAAAAAAAAlc/vQ2fgWQ-JZ0/s320/IMG_1634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220132557115655538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SHGi6YRVWCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/olU4Y1SAez8/s1600-h/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SHGi6YRVWCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/olU4Y1SAez8/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220132566930380834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SHGi6wwQk5I/AAAAAAAAAls/Ni5BcyXvmzc/s1600-h/IMG_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SHGi6wwQk5I/AAAAAAAAAls/Ni5BcyXvmzc/s320/IMG_1656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220132573502542738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two Years ago!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SHGkiWeeneI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LHEROBkgjB0/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SHGkiWeeneI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LHEROBkgjB0/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220134353155038690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, precious one. We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-4576739454665054627?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4576739454665054627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=4576739454665054627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/4576739454665054627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/4576739454665054627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-flannery.html' title='Happy Birthday, Flannery!'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SHGggsUzy8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/CNAPCD_ieoA/s72-c/IMG_1621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-7076718919172760789</id><published>2008-06-01T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:11.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Markers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENvJyXZ1qI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Xo_q-ucfvPg/s1600-h/IMG_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENvJyXZ1qI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Xo_q-ucfvPg/s320/IMG_1540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207127808099866274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for Laura.  See Lydle isn't the only one with &lt;a href="http://lildaisies.blogspot.com/2008/05/toddler-tattoo-artist.html"&gt;marker frenzy&lt;/a&gt;. This was after her bath (I mean her outside-hose-shower to wash off sand), so other than some that rubbed off on her shirt, she went to bed like this.  Oops.  Earlier in the day, her legs looked like Lydia's too.&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we have "Funny Bunny" from Mary Engelbreit's, "Lovey Dovey" a.k.a. "Ubby Dubby".  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENyOyXZ1tI/AAAAAAAAAlM/zHrxDfnvdmw/s1600-h/IMG_1546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENyOyXZ1tI/AAAAAAAAAlM/zHrxDfnvdmw/s320/IMG_1546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207131192534095570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, anyone have any good tips for getting an almost 2-year old to open clenched lips enough for a tooth brush to enter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had the playground all to ourselves.  I followed her around, "Mawwee, come", sliding, laughing, climbing, sitting.  What a joy this little growing person!&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/9034284574224965504-7076718919172760789?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7076718919172760789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=7076718919172760789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/7076718919172760789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/7076718919172760789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2008/06/markers.html' title='Markers'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENvJyXZ1qI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Xo_q-ucfvPg/s72-c/IMG_1540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-5537848871121621618</id><published>2008-06-01T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:12.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Jessie's baby shower</title><content type='html'>My beautiful sister-in-law, Jessica, is due in August.  We loved hanging out with her and Uncle Ryan last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Jessica, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENuFyXZ1mI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DJHnuw9jDP4/s1600-h/IMG_1508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENuFyXZ1mI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DJHnuw9jDP4/s320/IMG_1508.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207126639868761698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flannery with Cousin Laura's girls- Lydia, Flanz, Rosalia, Sophia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENuGSXZ1nI/AAAAAAAAAkc/MCssJXPC3I8/s1600-h/IMG_1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENuGSXZ1nI/AAAAAAAAAkc/MCssJXPC3I8/s320/IMG_1520.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207126648458696306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love our cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENuGSXZ1oI/AAAAAAAAAkk/_AxRS9njQUc/s1600-h/IMG_1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENuGSXZ1oI/AAAAAAAAAkk/_AxRS9njQUc/s320/IMG_1525.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207126648458696322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and Aunt Jessie's new baby too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENuGiXZ1pI/AAAAAAAAAks/-rcft9v3fNM/s1600-h/IMG_1527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENuGiXZ1pI/AAAAAAAAAks/-rcft9v3fNM/s320/IMG_1527.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207126652753663634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-5537848871121621618?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5537848871121621618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=5537848871121621618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/5537848871121621618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/5537848871121621618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2008/06/aunt-jessies-baby-shower.html' title='Aunt Jessie&apos;s baby shower'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SENuFyXZ1mI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DJHnuw9jDP4/s72-c/IMG_1508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-5831047236924118875</id><published>2008-05-19T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:13.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in SoCal</title><content type='html'>Is 10 months too long between posts?  I keep thinking I need the perfect post-hiatus, post-movie post, but alas maybe pictures will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SDJM1rrh8ZI/AAAAAAAAAik/xOq7TbgAq7c/s1600-h/IMG_1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SDJM1rrh8ZI/AAAAAAAAAik/xOq7TbgAq7c/s320/IMG_1413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202305004708426130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SDJM2brh8aI/AAAAAAAAAis/RoTJGP08_K0/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SDJM2brh8aI/AAAAAAAAAis/RoTJGP08_K0/s320/IMG_1442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202305017593328034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SDJM27rh8cI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RkWqaH1MKM0/s1600-h/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SDJM27rh8cI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RkWqaH1MKM0/s320/IMG_1493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202305026183262658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Happy Maaeee's Day"&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SDJM2rrh8bI/AAAAAAAAAi0/pw_VJG9RNiQ/s1600-h/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SDJM2rrh8bI/AAAAAAAAAi0/pw_VJG9RNiQ/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202305021888295346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-5831047236924118875?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5831047236924118875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=5831047236924118875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/5831047236924118875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/5831047236924118875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-in-socal.html' title='Back in SoCal'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/SDJM1rrh8ZI/AAAAAAAAAik/xOq7TbgAq7c/s72-c/IMG_1413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-6083810643465407897</id><published>2007-07-05T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:13.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Ro249bBeZeI/AAAAAAAAAZA/r_SBicj3iuU/s1600-h/IMG_3665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Ro249bBeZeI/AAAAAAAAAZA/r_SBicj3iuU/s320/IMG_3665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083922919736632802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this picture remind you of Gary or what?!  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Flannery's birthday, we had 2 weeks of teething and lots of practice walking.  She doesn't eat when she teethes - except apparently a whole lemon, hummus &amp; lemon chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With walking has come a new independence and enough bruises to report me...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a little person now.  She can finally be put down to run around when we're out.  On one outing I coaxed, "Come over here, Flannery."  She squealed and took off in the other direction her little hands waving in the air balancing her wobbly legs.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the moving box in the above picture.  Yes, it's true!  We're packing all our stuff into storage and going off to Oregon next week.  We just found out last Friday that we're starting production on our film October 1.  Wow.  More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-6083810643465407897?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/6083810643465407897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=6083810643465407897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/6083810643465407897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/6083810643465407897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2007/07/daddys-little-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Girl'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Ro249bBeZeI/AAAAAAAAAZA/r_SBicj3iuU/s72-c/IMG_3665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-7875837724202823835</id><published>2007-06-12T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:14.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Mae</title><content type='html'>In the midst of the birthday parties, we also gathered on June 3 to celebrate the memory of my Grandma, Valera Mae Marshall, (Dec. 1, 1920 - March 15, 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RnAaGt4gA9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Rs5fNhjOnBY/s1600-h/Great%2BGrammie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RnAaGt4gA9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Rs5fNhjOnBY/s320/Great%2BGrammie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075585482744660946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grandma's gardens -- especially her hill full of flowers in Yreka and the hours she joyfully spent digging.  (Could I inherit some of this please?)  Come to think of it, some of my fondest childhood memories are of my mom digging in her flowers - tan in her tank top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- learning to paint.  she always made me feel like I could learn to do it well...  a beautiful skill in a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- that she owned the toolbox in her family (like me!) and that she felt comfortable tearing down a wall.  I love that I inherited this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- meatloaf.  all the meals she cooked for us.  one of her many ways of caring for us.  When Gary and I were at the cabin for a year, it was so important to her to have us over for dinner and feed us.  She made green beans, mashed potatoes and pears &amp; cottage cheese.  She made sure to send us home with packets of instant mashed potatoes in case we needed them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- her bengay and how she always recommended I try it for any sore muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- gin rummy.  learning poker when I was 8 or so and using the skills to beat the high school boys.  Then playing with my cousins using matches for chips and burning a hole in my parents carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- raising her little fists with a grin (usually aimed at my Dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- her quick wit even at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- her one-armed sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- showing her my engagement ring outside her house in Yreka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- all her animals.  her love for every one.  how she would tell the story of holding each of them as they passed on.  her care for them in those moments.  the way she looked in their eyes, comforted them and stroked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- her last words to me (the last time I saw her) -- "the Lord be with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- her last words to me (the last time on the phone) -- "I love you too, Sugar...  I can't wait to see you."  Her voice was so clear and beautiful this day a week before she died.  It made my heart jump, my eyes tear up and gave me some peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- our year of healing in the woods and Grandma's part in this.  Our "Church of Mae Marshall" every Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- her endless encouragement.  "I'm so proud of you."  "You know who to thank for that, don't you?"  "Just close your eyes and talk to him.  Any time during the day, just talk to him and thank him and ask him to guide you."  "I pray for you and Gary every night.  I pray for all of my children and grandchildren."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when she told me, "Usually when I pray I get a picture about you... This time when I prayed for you and Gary all I saw was a blank slate.  I've turned you over to God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my overwhelming feeling of thankfulness and tears when I hugged her and left in the U-Haul headed back south after our year at the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- her head leaned to my pregnant belly kissing Flannery and praying for her.  I'll never forget this beautiful moment sitting with her on my couch in Santa Barbara the weekend of my shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- there are a million other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Grandma.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.  But thank you for still being with me.  There's not a hole when I think of you but a very full spot with your love and memories in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my daughter, Flannery Mae, who has your name, I pray that she gets your spirit, your faith and your strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Anne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-7875837724202823835?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7875837724202823835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=7875837724202823835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/7875837724202823835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/7875837724202823835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-midst-of-birthday-parties-we-also.html' title='Grandma Mae'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RnAaGt4gA9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Rs5fNhjOnBY/s72-c/Great%2BGrammie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-2406348289919419215</id><published>2007-06-10T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:15.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RmzNjN4gA5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Fl67VeXMDm8/s1600-h/IMG_3550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RmzNjN4gA5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Fl67VeXMDm8/s320/IMG_3550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074656885045461906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RmzNjt4gA6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/jYPJg5vVn64/s1600-h/IMG_3518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RmzNjt4gA6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/jYPJg5vVn64/s320/IMG_3518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074656893635396514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Flannery's birthday, the three of us spent the day at the Long Beach harbor:  Fish gazing at the Aquarium, PF Changs picnic dinner at the park, a movie, and Coldstones all while reminiscing over the last wonderful year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the aquarium, Flannery was entertained for a full two hours watching the seals, trying to pet the birds, "kissing" the fishies, staring in awe at the huge lobsters, touching a shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her afternoon nap, we went to a movie, Knocked Up, a comedy about a couple having their first baby.  It didn't occur to me how emotional we would get seeing it on Flannery's birthday.  So many memories of the last two years, from early pregnancy ultrasounds through the actual birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped up the day with our favorite Coldstones treats.  Flannery had her own small serving, but mostly enjoyed eating the bowl.  Paper -- her current favorite food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing day celebrating our baby.  I mean our 1 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RmzNit4gA4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/9_kKwkPS-NM/s1600-h/IMG_3533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RmzNit4gA4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/9_kKwkPS-NM/s320/IMG_3533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074656876455527298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RmzNid4gA3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/EuzyKRi0Zug/s1600-h/IMG_3529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RmzNid4gA3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/EuzyKRi0Zug/s320/IMG_3529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074656872160559986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-2406348289919419215?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2406348289919419215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=2406348289919419215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/2406348289919419215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/2406348289919419215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RmzNjN4gA5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Fl67VeXMDm8/s72-c/IMG_3550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-7234662546052616690</id><published>2007-06-09T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:15.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ONE!</title><content type='html'>Here she is - our wonderful little 1 year old!  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rmo6nN4gA2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/dZPIQX6XrgY/s1600-h/IMG_3465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rmo6nN4gA2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/dZPIQX6XrgY/s320/IMG_3465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073932375602234210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and look how far she's come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rmo4Xd4gA1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/I7alVXOHw6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rmo4Xd4gA1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/I7alVXOHw6Y/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073929905996038994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-7234662546052616690?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7234662546052616690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=7234662546052616690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/7234662546052616690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/7234662546052616690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-one.html' title='I&apos;m ONE!'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rmo6nN4gA2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/dZPIQX6XrgY/s72-c/IMG_3465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-2011502242528919620</id><published>2007-06-08T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:16.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday - almost</title><content type='html'>One year ago today, I was sitting on Janice's couch holding little 5 week old Lucie.  Flannery was kicking her through my tummy.  I was almost in tears because the day before, my doctor had said there were no signs the baby was coming any time soon.  He said, I'll be on call this weekend, but I doubt you'll have her before next week.  I just &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; she was coming.  No contractions, but I'd been feeling strangely emotional over the last 24 hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out the door, I told Janice, "next time I see you I'll be in labor. Just kidding."  I went home, packed my hospital bag (finally), finished all my thank you notes, organized my whole house and finally laid down at 11:00 pm to relax and "talk" to Flannery.  Three hours later she woke me up, having decided to start her grand entrance into this life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucie and me waiting for Flannery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RmnU-t4gAyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_-_D2ipdiIk/s1600-h/IMGP0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RmnU-t4gAyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_-_D2ipdiIk/s320/IMGP0774.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073820629143126818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-2011502242528919620?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2011502242528919620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=2011502242528919620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/2011502242528919620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/2011502242528919620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthday-almost.html' title='Birthday - almost'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RmnU-t4gAyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_-_D2ipdiIk/s72-c/IMGP0774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-6588326250985550072</id><published>2007-05-29T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:16.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAH</title><content type='html'>The YELL.  I'm hoping this is just a phase.  And if so, that it doesn't last until she's 3.  Other mothers tell me, "They're just finding their voices."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flannery has adopted a new form of communication.  It goes like this... (Picture very LOUD - as if you never really knew what ear-piercing meant until now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(raise arm, point)&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;(point at something she wants but can't have)&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;(point at something she CAN have and I will give her as soon as possible)&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then a little later she gives me one of those wet kisses and a choke-me-around-the-neck hug.  Ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RlzsoXmgWxI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Jzw8SM-EtAk/s1600-h/IMG_3231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RlzsoXmgWxI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Jzw8SM-EtAk/s320/IMG_3231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070187458786777874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our backyard Memorial Day BBQ:  Flannery loves her dolly.  (Thanks, Ellie's Mom.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-6588326250985550072?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/6588326250985550072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=6588326250985550072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/6588326250985550072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/6588326250985550072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2007/05/aaaaaaaaah.html' title='AAAAAAAAAH'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RlzsoXmgWxI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Jzw8SM-EtAk/s72-c/IMG_3231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-7402794391565687243</id><published>2007-05-26T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:17.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing</title><content type='html'>Flannery has taken her first few steps!  Two towards Sedona.  And then three from the rocking chair to my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also learning to climb.  Yesterday I turned around for 5 seconds and she'd climbed up and "over" the rocking chair knocking it to the floor.  Once comforted she immediately set to doing it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some new pics from the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rlj-l3mgWsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/F7c9RDn3iW8/s1600-h/IMG_3076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rlj-l3mgWsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/F7c9RDn3iW8/s320/IMG_3076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069081307139562178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flannery loved her friend, Sean's, birthday party and swimming in his grandparents pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rlj-mXmgWtI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qM0KH43z4kY/s1600-h/IMG_3168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rlj-mXmgWtI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qM0KH43z4kY/s320/IMG_3168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069081315729496786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rlj-nXmgWuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/3_QEvUTnT-E/s1600-h/IMG_3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rlj-nXmgWuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/3_QEvUTnT-E/s320/IMG_3200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069081332909365986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rlj-n3mgWvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/0ucsEGKpepg/s1600-h/IMG_3206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rlj-n3mgWvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/0ucsEGKpepg/s320/IMG_3206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069081341499300594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rlj-pHmgWwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/GBGhmbof2TE/s1600-h/IMG_3219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rlj-pHmgWwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/GBGhmbof2TE/s320/IMG_3219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069081362974137090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-7402794391565687243?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7402794391565687243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=7402794391565687243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/7402794391565687243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/7402794391565687243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2007/05/climbing.html' title='Climbing'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rlj-l3mgWsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/F7c9RDn3iW8/s72-c/IMG_3076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-6363660421471036870</id><published>2007-05-05T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:18.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day Today</title><content type='html'>Another wonderful benefit of having a kid.  Usually the only time I go to the beach is to walk or jog.  Now along with enjoying the sun, I get to dig, build, play chase, and of course, monitor the sand eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rj1knA27RsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/y7_zXSaaGo4/s1600-h/IMG_3057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rj1knA27RsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/y7_zXSaaGo4/s320/IMG_3057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061312177642358466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one -- one of many wonderful, sweet pictures of Gary with Flannery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rj1knQ27RtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/0wHZolvYng4/s1600-h/IMG_3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rj1knQ27RtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/0wHZolvYng4/s320/IMG_3052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061312181937325778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Julie for this great hat!  When I put it on her, it covered her face so nicely, she thought we were playing peek-a-boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rj1knw27RuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8uc8MT0Su-U/s1600-h/IMG_3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rj1knw27RuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8uc8MT0Su-U/s320/IMG_3067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061312190527260386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-6363660421471036870?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/6363660421471036870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=6363660421471036870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/6363660421471036870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/6363660421471036870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2007/05/beach-day-today.html' title='Beach Day Today'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rj1knA27RsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/y7_zXSaaGo4/s72-c/IMG_3057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-1307658783004382550</id><published>2007-05-03T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:19.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>It was one of those days.  For starters, Flannery has had a low grade fever the last couple days.  I'm convinced its her teeth, hopefully the molars.  She's been fussy, clingy and is rubbing her jawline and ear with the palm of her hand.  No other symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Butterfly Exhibit at the Natural History Museum today.  On the way, Flannery fell asleep which I wasn't expecting. I reached back to see what she was doing and she was limp; I couldn't wake her.  Finally I stuck my finger in her mouth and swung it around.  She cried.  Phew.  I was shaking the rest of the trip.  I don't know why I chose that moment to, for the first time, get scared by her sleeping in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhibit was great.  Flannery met 4 of her baby friends.  I really wanted a picture with a butterfly sitting on the brim of Flannery's hat.  Or maybe just one with her and a butterfly in the same shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rjq0oA27RlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mtbayJYU5qA/s1600-h/IMG_3029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rjq0oA27RlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mtbayJYU5qA/s320/IMG_3029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060555730822317650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flannery slept for 20 minutes in the car on the way home.  Ugh.  Murder on naps.  A bit of parental delusion (in spite of her protests) made me think I could get her back to sleep.  Once I came to my senses an hour later, she played happily until bed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... A disclaimer for kidless friends or friends who have kids but have expanded their thoughts beyond first steps, rice-gummed hair, and diapers; so far this blog is for the grandparents!  Maybe soon, I'll tell you what Gary and I are up to also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rjq43g27RnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vS_76N4zO2U/s1600-h/IMG_3036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rjq43g27RnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vS_76N4zO2U/s320/IMG_3036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060560395156801138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-1307658783004382550?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1307658783004382550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=1307658783004382550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/1307658783004382550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/1307658783004382550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-was-one-of-those-days.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Rjq0oA27RlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mtbayJYU5qA/s72-c/IMG_3029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-5801232072354575426</id><published>2007-04-28T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:19.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah.  Now that I have a blog, I'm supposed to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought Flannery a train today.  Something to push and ride.  She must like it because she keeps saying "Ooo, Ooo, Ooo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried the new egg mcmuffins at Starbucks this foggy morning.  Good but I think I'll stick to the coffee.  I love going out for coffee on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start my new workout plan.  Step class 8:30.  We'll see if I can make it 3 times a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RjP30Q27RjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mvJXaV_nnBw/s1600-h/IMG_3002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RjP30Q27RjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mvJXaV_nnBw/s320/IMG_3002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058659283717801522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RjP30g27RkI/AAAAAAAAAUM/66OkIUpmmfA/s1600-h/IMG_3008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RjP30g27RkI/AAAAAAAAAUM/66OkIUpmmfA/s320/IMG_3008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058659288012768834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-5801232072354575426?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5801232072354575426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=5801232072354575426&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/5801232072354575426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/5801232072354575426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-yeah.html' title='Train'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RjP30Q27RjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mvJXaV_nnBw/s72-c/IMG_3002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-377385119027785276</id><published>2007-04-24T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:20.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bully</title><content type='html'>We went to Flannery's friend River's 1 year birthday party on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buttons on this bike made music.  Flannery decided she wanted it to herself so tried to push off this little boy.  We have a little bully on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, she's standing, jabbering like crazy and has started licking the carpet.  Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Ri7bKA27RiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/RPqfdZNWaF0/s1600-h/IMG_2988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Ri7bKA27RiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/RPqfdZNWaF0/s320/IMG_2988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057220396659197474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Ri7WtQ27RhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n983aOyXCH0/s1600-h/IMG_2990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Ri7WtQ27RhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n983aOyXCH0/s320/IMG_2990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057215504691447314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-377385119027785276?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/377385119027785276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=377385119027785276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/377385119027785276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/377385119027785276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-went-to-flannerys-friend-rivers-1.html' title='Little Bully'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/Ri7bKA27RiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/RPqfdZNWaF0/s72-c/IMG_2988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-2439701440846035017</id><published>2006-12-09T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T20:49:17.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months old today!!</title><content type='html'>Flannery can now sit up for a few seconds and is starting to reach for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves her food.  Her eating process goes like this: lunge at the spoon mouth open (miss, hit her nose), gnaw on the spoon, stick out her tongue, send food down her chin, chew on the side of the high chair, leave some food there,  swallow a little, start over.  Sedona is especially thrilled with Flannery's new eating skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-2439701440846035017?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2439701440846035017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=2439701440846035017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/2439701440846035017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/2439701440846035017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2006/12/6-months-old-today.html' title='6 months old today!!'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-250210549915478180</id><published>2006-11-29T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:20.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RXItL1a8fnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QbKttco8kUk/s1600-h/IMG_2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RXItL1a8fnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QbKttco8kUk/s320/IMG_2150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004111817303948914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flannery had her first meal today.  Rice cereal.  It's yummy (I tasted it).  She seemed to love it and got most of it down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-250210549915478180?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/250210549915478180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=250210549915478180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/250210549915478180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/250210549915478180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2006/11/1st-meal.html' title='1st Meal'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UaVmHR3WXnI/RXItL1a8fnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QbKttco8kUk/s72-c/IMG_2150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-6058382945239734910</id><published>2006-02-07T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:48:03.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monument Valley Trip Home</title><content type='html'>On the way home from Albuquerque, we stopped in Monument Valley.  It was beautiful although windy and pretty cold in the high desert.  We are certainly happy to be home at the beach where the air is warm and a bit less dry!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4044/2326/1600/IMG_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4044/2326/320/IMG_0374.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="post-caption"&gt;Feb. 5, 2006 at Monument Valley&lt;br /&gt;Sedona hoping some small creature will appear from under a rock...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4044/2326/1600/IMG_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4044/2326/320/IMG_0366.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4044/2326/1600/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4044/2326/320/IMG_0368.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4044/2326/1600/IMG_0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4044/2326/320/IMG_0349.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="post-caption"&gt;Feb. 4, 2006 at Four Corners (NM, CO, UT, AZ)&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit of a belly.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-6058382945239734910?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/6058382945239734910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=6058382945239734910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/6058382945239734910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/6058382945239734910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2006/02/monument-valley-trip-home.html' title='Monument Valley Trip Home'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034284574224965504.post-4597253140674641220</id><published>2006-01-16T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:48:03.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's first picture!</title><content type='html'>Here's the first picture of Baby Lundgren at 19 weeks.  The technician said she was "leaning" towards a girl but not to buy anything pink!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the whole baby naming process is so overwhelming for us, we're just focusing on girl names.  We have a second ultrasound between 25-28 weeks.  At that time, we may be switching to boy names.  We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4044/2326/1600/baby-lundgren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4044/2326/320/baby-lundgren.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034284574224965504-4597253140674641220?l=flanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4597253140674641220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034284574224965504&amp;postID=4597253140674641220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/4597253140674641220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034284574224965504/posts/default/4597253140674641220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flanz.blogspot.com/2006/01/baby-first-picture.html' title='Baby&amp;#39;s first picture!'/><author><name>Anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
