<?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-8573728083496458123</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:29:02.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>edmistonfour</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597649406341439725</uri><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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573728083496458123.post-21528415778408395</id><published>2012-01-29T18:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T18:22:30.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Adventure - The Big Move to the ATL</title><content type='html'>Well friends, of you haven't already heard, the Edmistons are moving to Atlanta. I apologize now if we weren't able to tell you in person. Jeremy had a fantastic job opportunity with his company. Although we're felling the stress now, this move is a blessing and I know the Lord has great things in store for our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm sitting here at DFW waiting for my flight. This will be my first official "scouting" trip. Ironically, it's my first ever visit to Atlanta.  Of you know me, you know I like to be in control and that I hate surprises. This move is a very humbling experience. I'm having to learn to rely more on my friends, my family, and especially the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving home this afternoon a song touched my heart. It was most definitely a message to me from God. Matt Redman's "You Never Let Go".  Boy did I need that reassurance today  It reminded me that whatever I'm going through, He is there with me and He never lets go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later, I'm sitting here at the airport getting ready to officially jump head first into this new adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to chronicle this new chapter in our lives, but I make no promises.  There may not be another post for 2 more years if my track record holds true. Anyhow, Jeremy and I would appreciate prayers.  I'll add an official prayer request list to the blog when I get back home, but for now this list will have to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kids&lt;br /&gt;We need to find the right school. We are so blessed to have them at PCA so we hope to find the best possible schools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends!!  The kids both have wonderful friends in Arlington. Start praying now for friendships in Atlanta. Georgia, especially. She'll be entering 5th grade next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transition. We haven't had much backlash from Georgia yet, but we're expecting it.  So far she seems to be taking it ok, but I know it's going to be so hard on her the closer the move gets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget Brandon. He's got a sweet little "girlfriend" in his PreK class. He just adores her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job&lt;br /&gt;I will try to transfer down there. I've already got some wheels in motion, but I would really like to have something lined up before the move in June/July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house. &lt;br /&gt;Right now we don't know if we want to sell it or rent it out. If you know anyone who may be interested in leasing or buying...let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;He's traveling alot back and forth from ATL. He's also rebuilding the office down there. It is stressful for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;It's also stressful back home. Kids. Pets. Work. I don't seem to find any time for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi and Granddad don't like the idea of the grandkids (and us) moving so far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks is advance for your prayers!  Gotta go catch this flight...at least I'm in first class tonight. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8573728083496458123-21528415778408395?l=edmistonfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/feeds/21528415778408395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-new-adventure-big-move-to-atl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/21528415778408395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/21528415778408395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-new-adventure-big-move-to-atl.html' title='Our New Adventure - The Big Move to the ATL'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597649406341439725</uri><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573728083496458123.post-7745435441599532904</id><published>2010-06-13T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:40:53.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yes, I am well aware that it's been quite some time since I updated the blog.&amp;nbsp; Life has been busy around the Edmiston household.&amp;nbsp; School, work, church, friends, family, Brandon's surgery in January, life, and potty training for B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/TBWhpvq_yzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tfYFjVh2ycg/s1600/iPod+pics+194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/TBWhpvq_yzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tfYFjVh2ycg/s320/iPod+pics+194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of potty training, can I just say that it's been a nightmare with B!!!&amp;nbsp; First, I really do feel that his hernia surgery delayed him a little.&amp;nbsp; Then it didn't help that my mom tried to train him in a weekend and the boy refused.&amp;nbsp; Thus, the bladder infection.&amp;nbsp; Also, the fact that he takes after his Daddy and is extremely stubborn doesn't help us either. He went so far as to tell me that it was fun to go potty in his pants.&amp;nbsp; How&amp;nbsp;do you respond to that?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we decided that enough was enough and we resorted to bribery.&amp;nbsp; In the form of a red truck.&amp;nbsp; I took him truck shopping and let him climb on the Power Wheels trucks.&amp;nbsp; He fell in love with a big red truck and I told him that once he goes potty then he could drive it.&amp;nbsp; I bought the truck, put it together and talked about it constantly.&amp;nbsp; I even sent a picture of it to his daycare teacher so she could bribe him too.&amp;nbsp; It worked.&amp;nbsp; It was like a switch was flipped.&amp;nbsp; He was potty trained practically overnight.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now that brings us to Brandon's daily conversations about going potty.&amp;nbsp; WOW!&amp;nbsp; The boy likes to talk about the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; We'll be out in public (anywhere) and he's proud to yell "I need go potty"!&amp;nbsp; LOUDLY!&amp;nbsp; I do have to admit that it's so nice to look at Jeremy and remind him that it's his turn to take a preschooler to the restroom.&amp;nbsp; It's&amp;nbsp;great having a boy when Daddy is around.&amp;nbsp; The only bad thing about a boy is that B &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;likes to talk about going poo-poo.&amp;nbsp; The other day Jeremy was going upstairs and the kids were following him.&amp;nbsp; Brandon told him not to go poo-poo in his pants.&amp;nbsp; (This was out of the blue)&amp;nbsp; Georgia turned around and said "Brandon, Daddy is a professional.&amp;nbsp; He's 36 years old and he knows how to go poo-poo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the mouth of babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/TBWh05Lzy2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/zE7cun7nayc/s1600/iPod+pics+206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/TBWh05Lzy2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/zE7cun7nayc/s320/iPod+pics+206.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/8573728083496458123-7745435441599532904?l=edmistonfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/feeds/7745435441599532904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2010/06/potty-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/7745435441599532904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/7745435441599532904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2010/06/potty-talk.html' title='Potty Talk'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597649406341439725</uri><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/_PmwCcqzzxbA/TBWhpvq_yzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tfYFjVh2ycg/s72-c/iPod+pics+194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573728083496458123.post-1634504987356695051</id><published>2009-11-01T22:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:56:32.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Su5k0cLp3qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/97RmfoSQ_WY/s1600-h/Mommy%27s+Little+Pirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399363855344852642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Su5k0cLp3qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/97RmfoSQ_WY/s320/Mommy%27s+Little+Pirate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy's Little Pirate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Su5k0CTaQ3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/_oxWCYplWLE/s1600-h/GKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399363848398062450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Su5k0CTaQ3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/_oxWCYplWLE/s320/GKE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go Go Dancer Georgia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Su5kz8RnfRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WOLEAg5ueag/s1600-h/GKE3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399363846779927826" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Su5kz8RnfRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WOLEAg5ueag/s320/GKE3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Su5kzr8kx8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/TnvExhfgC3o/s1600-h/Kiddos+with+Daddy+and+Daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399363842396702658" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Su5kzr8kx8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/TnvExhfgC3o/s320/Kiddos+with+Daddy+and+Daisy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Su5kzfe9AGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/exSheK5b-k0/s1600-h/Don%27t+touch+that+candle!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399363839051235426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Su5kzfe9AGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/exSheK5b-k0/s320/Don%27t+touch+that+candle!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I know, it's been quite some time since I updated the blog. Life's been a little crazy and busy this year. Anyhow, enjoy the pics from Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids had a great time this year. It was the first year that Georgia has gone Trick or Treating in the neighborhood. We've always attended the Fall Fest at our church, but this year we did a Trunk or Treat at church. Since I was still pretty weak (recovering from flu-like symptoms) the gameplan was for me to stay home with Mister B while Georgia and Jeremy walked went Trick or Treating with Daisy. Brandon wouldn't have any of that!! He ran down the sidewalk and I had to chase him. I was winded just two houses down. Needless to say, Brandon joined them and he had a fa-boo-lous time asking for candy. Jeremy said he was actually polite and said "TANK YOU" to all our neighbors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it's time for candy detox!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8573728083496458123-1634504987356695051?l=edmistonfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/feeds/1634504987356695051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/1634504987356695051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/1634504987356695051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597649406341439725</uri><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/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Su5k0cLp3qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/97RmfoSQ_WY/s72-c/Mommy%27s+Little+Pirate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573728083496458123.post-822713866331560934</id><published>2009-04-05T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:39:03.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon NEEDS a horse...and maybe a longhorn, too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdloWROHjjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qxM3Cqv31iY/s1600-h/Ride%27EmCowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321399166503980594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdloWROHjjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qxM3Cqv31iY/s320/Ride%27EmCowboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took the kids to the FW Zoo for a few hours.  Georgia had a fantastic time learning about the wild animals, but Brandon was only interested in the horses and longhorns.  Let's see...he loved the horses at Texas Wild!  He couldn't get enough of the carousel (we rode it twice).  And he threw down his brand new lolli-pop when he saw the coin guzzling ride-on horse!  The horse ate a dollar's worth of my quarters.  He also screamed "MOO" at the longhorn head on the restuarant's wall during our snack break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdloLWJRehI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ATNWIThhG8E/s1600-h/Brandon%27sHorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321398978847275538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdloLWJRehI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ATNWIThhG8E/s320/Brandon%27sHorse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All this from a boy who is terrified of cowboy boots. What ever will we do during the Santa Rosa Roundup????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8573728083496458123-822713866331560934?l=edmistonfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/feeds/822713866331560934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/04/brandon-needs-horseand-maybe-longhorn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/822713866331560934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/822713866331560934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/04/brandon-needs-horseand-maybe-longhorn.html' title='Brandon NEEDS a horse...and maybe a longhorn, too!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597649406341439725</uri><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/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdloWROHjjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qxM3Cqv31iY/s72-c/Ride%27EmCowboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573728083496458123.post-8839917055186882701</id><published>2009-03-31T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:59:41.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia's 7th Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLWWYrsSmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xS2ty_lKEbc/s1600-h/100_4843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319549789949151842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLWWYrsSmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xS2ty_lKEbc/s320/100_4843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We celebrated Georgia's 7th birthday last weekend. The kiddos came over for pizza and cake and once the boys left the fun really started! Georgia had a slumber party for 5 girls. They had a great time watching movies and doing crafts, but boy was I tired Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I think we'll just go to the FW Zoo again!&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/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLWWN9XL9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/wMJTMUl37FM/s1600-h/100_4844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319549787070476242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLWWN9XL9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/wMJTMUl37FM/s320/100_4844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLWV6BAVMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7Uurep1gees/s1600-h/100_4846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319549781717046466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLWV6BAVMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7Uurep1gees/s320/100_4846.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLWVdFtC5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mvDsFuajF0I/s1600-h/100_4859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319549773952125842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLWVdFtC5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mvDsFuajF0I/s320/100_4859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLWVC7-ZHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pWFCkyescRE/s1600-h/100_4871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319549766931997810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLWVC7-ZHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pWFCkyescRE/s320/100_4871.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLUVFnVssI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cZAuZV5_YsU/s1600-h/100_4871.JPG"&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLUU8rgtCI/AAAAAAAAADs/IFPQn6WCMsA/s1600-h/100_4859.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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/8573728083496458123-8839917055186882701?l=edmistonfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/feeds/8839917055186882701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/03/georgias-7th-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/8839917055186882701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/8839917055186882701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/03/georgias-7th-birthday-party.html' title='Georgia&apos;s 7th Birthday Party'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597649406341439725</uri><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/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SdLWWYrsSmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xS2ty_lKEbc/s72-c/100_4843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573728083496458123.post-2280449743810729301</id><published>2009-03-31T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:35:25.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressed For The Weather</title><content type='html'>I dreaded spring-time weather growing up. I lived in tornado alley and yes, I thought my mom overreacted about the storms. If the weather guy forecasted possible tornados, my mom would make us go to bed in our clothes. We'd have a jacket and our shoes by the end of the bed. I remember going down to the cellar before the sirens would even go off. And I also remember spending the night in that cellar. Thank goodness Dad had the it carpeted and outfitted with electricity. It was actually our playroon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am a mom and married to a man who is terrified by storms, I find myself preparing my family for possible storms. Take tonight for instance. Jeremy was on a flight from Charlotte and I was alone with the kids. We enjoyed a great evening and I even got Brandon to bed WITHOUT his pacifier. I double checked the weather and sure enough, Keller was getting pelted with hail. I decided to go ahead and get the dogs inside. Then I started getting everything in place (just in case the storm got nasty). I had to wake up Georgia to move her downstairs, but I told her she'd be waiting for Jeremy. She didn't even realize it was storming. Bradon woke up and I was forced to find a pacifier. Dang those storms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, GP hardly got any bad weather. We only had hard rain, but I was prepared! Jeans on, tennis shoeson, socks and shoes on PJ dressed kids, jackets for kids, packed diaper bag, charged cell phone, laptop to watch wfaa.com, drinks and snacks. I guess the memories of April 10, 1979 still make me appreciate the power of the storms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8573728083496458123-2280449743810729301?l=edmistonfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/feeds/2280449743810729301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dreaded-spring-time-weather-growing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/2280449743810729301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/2280449743810729301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dreaded-spring-time-weather-growing.html' title='Dressed For The Weather'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597649406341439725</uri><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573728083496458123.post-3868467575367927470</id><published>2009-03-04T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:52:57.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA Capris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Sa8tSXOD3-I/AAAAAAAAADU/_WAUb6EMEhU/s1600-h/GKBR2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309512279186989026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Sa8tSXOD3-I/AAAAAAAAADU/_WAUb6EMEhU/s320/GKBR2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Sa8tSD9YwEI/AAAAAAAAADM/wKoVP93TCJo/s1600-h/GK11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309512274016780354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Sa8tSD9YwEI/AAAAAAAAADM/wKoVP93TCJo/s320/GK11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Sa8tR-hc-9I/AAAAAAAAADE/mD4ruSI9yUw/s1600-h/GKBR3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309512272557439954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Sa8tR-hc-9I/AAAAAAAAADE/mD4ruSI9yUw/s320/GKBR3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Sa8tRsndsYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/24nGMT4Lqm0/s1600-h/BR4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309512267750814082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Sa8tRsndsYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/24nGMT4Lqm0/s320/BR4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;          We have never had good luck with family or kids' portraits. Now don't get me wrong, the pictures always turn out great but we always have drama! This last Saturday was no exception to our rule as the portrait session will always be remembered by the missing capri pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Georgia and Brandon were both having their pictures taken this go round. Everything seemed to be falling into place, that is, until it was time for Georgia to get cleaned up. Georgia and I had picked out two really cute outfits and we had packed one and laid the other one out. This was our mistake. I guess that the pretty capri pants were too tempting for Brandon because when Georgia got out of the shower they were no where to be seen! We searched high and low for those silly pants but we couldn't find them. We ended up changing her outfit and as you can see the pictures turned out fine regardless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we got to the studio we had to wait, and wait, and wait. At one point Jeremy said that he'd rather go to Doug Bryan's for pictures!! I can't wait to make that appointment!  Maybe by then we'll be able to find those capri pants...we still haven't found them.  No telling what Brandon did with them!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8573728083496458123-3868467575367927470?l=edmistonfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/feeds/3868467575367927470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/03/mia-capris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/3868467575367927470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/3868467575367927470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/03/mia-capris.html' title='MIA Capris'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597649406341439725</uri><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/_PmwCcqzzxbA/Sa8tSXOD3-I/AAAAAAAAADU/_WAUb6EMEhU/s72-c/GKBR2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573728083496458123.post-827279836927698650</id><published>2009-02-22T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:55:52.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon's 2nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIPW0S_6-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dGoztGBRc0M/s1600-h/558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305820195665734626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIPW0S_6-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dGoztGBRc0M/s320/558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIPW-B3g9I/AAAAAAAAACs/mUjuIa8jRZA/s1600-h/566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305820198278235090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIPW-B3g9I/AAAAAAAAACs/mUjuIa8jRZA/s320/566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIPWgYJGMI/AAAAAAAAACk/EDqFrVOmOxs/s1600-h/569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305820190318598338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIPWgYJGMI/AAAAAAAAACk/EDqFrVOmOxs/s320/569.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIPWmGkLGI/AAAAAAAAACc/jfjaq8scrQE/s1600-h/582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305820191855488098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIPWmGkLGI/AAAAAAAAACc/jfjaq8scrQE/s320/582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIOaAW2AHI/AAAAAAAAACU/nCTQX79HlaM/s1600-h/592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305819150931066994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIOaAW2AHI/AAAAAAAAACU/nCTQX79HlaM/s320/592.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIOWXOmmJI/AAAAAAAAACM/URL9A1dwt-4/s1600-h/600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305819088351041682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIOWXOmmJI/AAAAAAAAACM/URL9A1dwt-4/s320/600.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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIOWMoGyMI/AAAAAAAAACE/V-8F9EpScDM/s1600-h/615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305819085505218754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIOWMoGyMI/AAAAAAAAACE/V-8F9EpScDM/s320/615.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIOVxydByI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v2nJzeiOC6g/s1600-h/618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305819078300862242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIOVxydByI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v2nJzeiOC6g/s320/618.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIOVis5fZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zH8Cn8KU2Jo/s1600-h/625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305819074251029906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIOVis5fZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zH8Cn8KU2Jo/s320/625.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;div&gt;We celebrated Brandon's birthday this past Saturday and had a wonderful time. Georgia was upset that we didn't invite more toddlers, but she quickly learned that 3 toddlers are more than enough! And Brandon enjoyed playing with the girls until it was time to share his cars. Overall, everyone had a good time watching the kiddos play.&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&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/8573728083496458123-827279836927698650?l=edmistonfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/feeds/827279836927698650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/02/brandons-2nd-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/827279836927698650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/827279836927698650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/02/brandons-2nd-birthday.html' title='Brandon&apos;s 2nd Birthday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597649406341439725</uri><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/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SaIPW0S_6-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dGoztGBRc0M/s72-c/558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573728083496458123.post-714065318053692852</id><published>2009-02-16T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:35:26.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Cough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SZoFd8Cla8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fruyNAViNiU/s1600-h/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303557523073493954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SZoFd8Cla8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fruyNAViNiU/s320/244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? Georgia told me this morning that she calls her cough..."dog cough" or at least that's what she called it last year in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that funny. The names kids come up with for simple things. Instead of Georgia telling someone she has a rough cough, she tells them she has a dog cough. I guess she is describing her cough like the sounds the dog makes in &lt;em&gt;Christmas Vacation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I can learn from my daughter. Why do I describe things in such bland ways? Why can't, or better yet, why don't I describe things more colorfully? As an adult I have become set in my ways. I focus narrowly on the tasks at hand. I no longer find myself stopping to smell the roses. Maybe if I just slowed down and looked at things through the eyes of a child then maybe, just maybe I could make myself laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, Georgia is fine. She's just having a tough time with her allergies. Darn those weather changes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8573728083496458123-714065318053692852?l=edmistonfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/feeds/714065318053692852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/02/dog-cough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/714065318053692852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/714065318053692852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/02/dog-cough.html' title='Dog Cough'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597649406341439725</uri><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/_PmwCcqzzxbA/SZoFd8Cla8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fruyNAViNiU/s72-c/244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573728083496458123.post-5837471680782249244</id><published>2009-02-15T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:21:06.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That is a phrase many parents hate to hear at bedtime. This is one of Georgia's famous tactics to delay going to bed nearly every night. Our normal counter attack is a glass of milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This past Tuesday night was no different. Jeremy and I got home late after visiting with old friends in Grapevine. When we got home Brandon was already asleep but Georgia just had to stay up and wait for us. She waited until the babysitter left and then she sprung it on us. She came downstairs and told us she was hungry. Not phased at all, Jeremy proceeded to walk her to the kitchen and make her some chocolate milk. As she was standing there sipping on her milk and grinning from ear to ear, Jeremy opened the fridge and stared at my half empty shelves. He talked to himself out loud and wondered what he wanted to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just like a comic on stage, Georgia piped in..."Welcome to my world!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What a shocker for Jeremy and myself. We never thought we'd hear our 1st grader talk like an adult. Much less, we never thought she'd understand what she was actually saying.  She understood all too well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As parents we have laughed so much about the funny little things Georgia says, but we also hate to hear them. It's a double edged sword for us...on one hand we love that our daughter is growing up, but on the other hand we hate it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Welcome to my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;amy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8573728083496458123-5837471680782249244?l=edmistonfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/feeds/5837471680782249244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-my-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/5837471680782249244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8573728083496458123/posts/default/5837471680782249244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edmistonfour.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to My World'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597649406341439725</uri><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></feed>
