<?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-2333333544968823371</id><updated>2012-01-05T17:46:12.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Murray Family Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>From the fullness of His grace, we have all received one blessing after another...... John 1:16</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-2287775059529996251</id><published>2012-01-05T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:46:12.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Project 365&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have several friends who did this last year and I think that it was really neat. So my goal for this year is to take a picture every single day and post it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEW YEARS DAY! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1/365&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSM-ACCOKoc/TwYmW7eea-I/AAAAAAAACl4/WsVZ-kAMDMI/s1600/jan+1+2012+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSM-ACCOKoc/TwYmW7eea-I/AAAAAAAACl4/WsVZ-kAMDMI/s320/jan+1+2012+5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Showing off a lego creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mohfv-JXVhY/TwYmhFz7VTI/AAAAAAAACmA/w3gwaEH8n1I/s1600/Jan+1+2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mohfv-JXVhY/TwYmhFz7VTI/AAAAAAAACmA/w3gwaEH8n1I/s320/Jan+1+2012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; New year's day fun at Blount Cultural Park. If you live&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;where the weather is often confused like we do, you might&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;not need a jacket in the middle of winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-2287775059529996251?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/2287775059529996251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=2287775059529996251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/2287775059529996251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/2287775059529996251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-365-i-have-several-friends-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSM-ACCOKoc/TwYmW7eea-I/AAAAAAAACl4/WsVZ-kAMDMI/s72-c/jan+1+2012+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-7036938993762744897</id><published>2011-09-23T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:53:02.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my yellow umbrella: Sopapilla Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myellowumbrella.blogspot.com/2010/10/sopapilla-cheesecake.html?spref=bl"&gt;my yellow umbrella: Sopapilla Cheesecake&lt;/a&gt;: My friend, Kelsey, is amazing. That I already knew...but then she brought these to small group:    Via   Ingredients:  -3 cans pillsbury bu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-7036938993762744897?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/7036938993762744897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=7036938993762744897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7036938993762744897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7036938993762744897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-yellow-umbrella-sopapilla-cheesecake.html' title='my yellow umbrella: Sopapilla Cheesecake'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3815457500856570656</id><published>2011-06-12T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T08:33:51.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Coffee: Love Mercy, Do Justice, Walk Humbly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://morningcoffee.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-mercy-do-justice-walk-humbly.html"&gt;Morning Coffee: Love Mercy, Do Justice, Walk Humbly...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-3815457500856570656?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://morningcoffee.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-mercy-do-justice-walk-humbly.html' title='Morning Coffee: Love Mercy, Do Justice, Walk Humbly...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3815457500856570656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3815457500856570656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3815457500856570656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3815457500856570656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2011/06/morning-coffee-love-mercy-do-justice.html' title='Morning Coffee: Love Mercy, Do Justice, Walk Humbly...'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-7225781137460211687</id><published>2009-12-27T18:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:58:52.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Szf0XLO2AqI/AAAAAAAACc8/zNY0_OzjJik/s1600-h/IMG_2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Szf0XLO2AqI/AAAAAAAACc8/zNY0_OzjJik/s400/IMG_2010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420069355552899746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just realized thatI haven't posted anything in 6 months.  I promise to be better about blogging in the New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-7225781137460211687?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/7225781137460211687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=7225781137460211687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7225781137460211687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7225781137460211687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Szf0XLO2AqI/AAAAAAAACc8/zNY0_OzjJik/s72-c/IMG_2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-5188659631596633140</id><published>2009-08-31T18:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:41:43.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolene Roxbury- OB/GYN Answering Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/MZ-XhuFSQFs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/MZ-XhuFSQFs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-5188659631596633140?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/5188659631596633140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=5188659631596633140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5188659631596633140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5188659631596633140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/08/jolene-roxbury-obgyn-answering-machine.html' title='Jolene Roxbury- OB/GYN Answering Machine'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1248977699207256534</id><published>2009-06-01T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:43:08.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5.20.09 2nd grade Honors Assembly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SiQvFbJRUMI/AAAAAAAACbQ/Ej_ktTiG4Jc/s1600-h/P5202271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342446828200743106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SiQvFbJRUMI/AAAAAAAACbQ/Ej_ktTiG4Jc/s400/P5202271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SiQvE0PyhcI/AAAAAAAACbI/NX0NpesjTBw/s1600-h/P5195027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342446817759102402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SiQvE0PyhcI/AAAAAAAACbI/NX0NpesjTBw/s400/P5195027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SiQvEmxtHOI/AAAAAAAACbA/TP3Mt6T-zJc/s1600-h/P5195013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342446814143257826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SiQvEmxtHOI/AAAAAAAACbA/TP3Mt6T-zJc/s400/P5195013.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/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SiQvEbAof_I/AAAAAAAACa4/QZjnO2YKJrs/s1600-h/P5195007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342446810984644594" style="DISPLAY: block; 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The weather has just been- in my opinion since I would be fine in Forks, Washington- fabulous! It has been cloudy but cool, with occcasional rain. Don't get me wrong, I love the sun too, but I have really enjoyed this rainy spell we have had. We found this baby black swan enjoying it too. Too bad she will grow up to hiss at people :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwBWkcykqI/AAAAAAAACaw/JQy8uqzhX2o/s1600-h/P5215139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340144745407746722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwBWkcykqI/AAAAAAAACaw/JQy8uqzhX2o/s400/P5215139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bennett really enjoyed playing in the twig sculptures outside of the MFA. I love this picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwBWUdfplI/AAAAAAAACao/jp0L026jZ6Y/s1600-h/P5215124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340144741115733586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwBWUdfplI/AAAAAAAACao/jp0L026jZ6Y/s400/P5215124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we had to make the rounds of the Children's museum too. No trip would be complete without a puppet show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwBWfHEDhI/AAAAAAAACag/NIdafCecWKY/s1600-h/P5215105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340144743974440466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwBWfHEDhI/AAAAAAAACag/NIdafCecWKY/s400/P5215105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking at this picture, I am convinced that my child is somehow related to spider man. He LOVES to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwBWNQwMYI/AAAAAAAACaY/yHE_v9-eSLQ/s1600-h/P5215051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340144739183243650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwBWNQwMYI/AAAAAAAACaY/yHE_v9-eSLQ/s400/P5215051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is, contemplating jumping down (bad idea) or climbing back down the wall. I am happy to report that he made a good decision and climbed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwBV1McMEI/AAAAAAAACaQ/lm8GvXjN20E/s1600-h/P5215048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340144732722704450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwBV1McMEI/AAAAAAAACaQ/lm8GvXjN20E/s400/P5215048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a fun day!&lt;br /&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/2333333544968823371-6451608761448727480?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/6451608761448727480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=6451608761448727480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/6451608761448727480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/6451608761448727480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-at-park.html' title='Day at the Park'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwBWkcykqI/AAAAAAAACaw/JQy8uqzhX2o/s72-c/P5215139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-7251191131322753804</id><published>2009-05-26T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:46:02.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chair for Child Protect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwAWRukloI/AAAAAAAACaI/0armk6vCBqk/s1600-h/P4304795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340143640870426242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwAWRukloI/AAAAAAAACaI/0armk6vCBqk/s400/P4304795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwAWKuQa_I/AAAAAAAACaA/weqM7BXFmF8/s1600-h/P4304793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340143638990056434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwAWKuQa_I/AAAAAAAACaA/weqM7BXFmF8/s400/P4304793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-7251191131322753804?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/7251191131322753804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=7251191131322753804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7251191131322753804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7251191131322753804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/05/chair-for-child-protect.html' title='Chair for Child Protect'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/ShwAWRukloI/AAAAAAAACaI/0armk6vCBqk/s72-c/P4304795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-5254361425367624656</id><published>2009-05-25T09:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:04:43.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>emily 5/24/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/c3hjGuncbMM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/c3hjGuncbMM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-5254361425367624656?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/5254361425367624656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=5254361425367624656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5254361425367624656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5254361425367624656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/05/emily-52409.html' title='emily 5/24/09'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-5737866737799549118</id><published>2009-05-23T18:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:10:13.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bennett's Graduation 5.14.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh-I4p12hI/AAAAAAAACX8/JllWS0Qv6eg/s1600-h/P5134974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339156049359657490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh-I4p12hI/AAAAAAAACX8/JllWS0Qv6eg/s400/P5134974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bennett and his sweet friend Cara, after the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh-I7oK_OI/AAAAAAAACX0/9w-wMXDZBi0/s1600-h/P5134968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339156050157960418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh-I7oK_OI/AAAAAAAACX0/9w-wMXDZBi0/s400/P5134968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After receiving their diplomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh-ITCc8RI/AAAAAAAACXs/663asWtcM8o/s1600-h/P5134965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339156039262335250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh-ITCc8RI/AAAAAAAACXs/663asWtcM8o/s400/P5134965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eagerly awating his diploma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh-IDgk6BI/AAAAAAAACXk/K5E8LpktqZ4/s1600-h/P5134956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339156035093719058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh-IDgk6BI/AAAAAAAACXk/K5E8LpktqZ4/s400/P5134956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun singing &lt;strong&gt;Our God is An Awesome God !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh-ILLY-PI/AAAAAAAACXc/r5_HS_QeRBI/s1600-h/P5134960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339156037152340210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh-ILLY-PI/AAAAAAAACXc/r5_HS_QeRBI/s400/P5134960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Patiently (or impatiently) waiting, while the other class recites Psalms 100. Bennett class recited the entire 23rd Psalm. They did such a fabulous job! It was precious!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-5737866737799549118?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/5737866737799549118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=5737866737799549118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5737866737799549118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5737866737799549118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/05/bennetts-graduation-51409.html' title='Bennett&apos;s Graduation 5.14.09'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh-I4p12hI/AAAAAAAACX8/JllWS0Qv6eg/s72-c/P5134974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-995783621405366921</id><published>2009-05-23T18:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:44:29.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CWA Spring Program 5.13.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh7ybGKlbI/AAAAAAAACXU/e7i39QftfeU/s1600-h/P5134913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339153464445015474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh7ybGKlbI/AAAAAAAACXU/e7i39QftfeU/s400/P5134913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh7yNGlApI/AAAAAAAACXM/p_Oe3I4ByZo/s1600-h/P5134935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339153460688650898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh7yNGlApI/AAAAAAAACXM/p_Oe3I4ByZo/s400/P5134935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh7xwzEoZI/AAAAAAAACXE/yE1pLk5S8zo/s1600-h/P5134908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339153453090644370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh7xwzEoZI/AAAAAAAACXE/yE1pLk5S8zo/s400/P5134908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             The Big Whale Hotel.  This was too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh7xuuVauI/AAAAAAAACW8/4Cdk9Gq83WI/s1600-h/P5134893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339153452533902050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh7xuuVauI/AAAAAAAACW8/4Cdk9Gq83WI/s400/P5134893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh7xQ_uuaI/AAAAAAAACW0/VckQi7BRUAQ/s1600-h/P5134942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339153444553800098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh7xQ_uuaI/AAAAAAAACW0/VckQi7BRUAQ/s400/P5134942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       Madeline, Nia Kate, Drew, Bennett and Sean&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-995783621405366921?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/995783621405366921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=995783621405366921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/995783621405366921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/995783621405366921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/05/cwa-spring-program-51309.html' title='CWA Spring Program 5.13.09'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Shh7ybGKlbI/AAAAAAAACXU/e7i39QftfeU/s72-c/P5134913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3444121317921760784</id><published>2009-04-21T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:53:40.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Se5qk9XwbQI/AAAAAAAACEA/el21Y_6x39M/s1600-h/P4204650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Se5qk9XwbQI/AAAAAAAACEA/el21Y_6x39M/s400/P4204650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Se5qlJU0sHI/AAAAAAAACEI/zhxjcX5pNJ8/s1600-h/April+Soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Se5qlJU0sHI/AAAAAAAACEI/zhxjcX5pNJ8/s400/April+Soccer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-3444121317921760784?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3444121317921760784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3444121317921760784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3444121317921760784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3444121317921760784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/04/soccer.html' title='soccer'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/Se5qk9XwbQI/AAAAAAAACEA/el21Y_6x39M/s72-c/P4204650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-162558387414722596</id><published>2009-04-20T16:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:24:39.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bows and baskets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SezZV0mAYOI/AAAAAAAACD4/2kteWuZTh74/s1600-h/P4164585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326871428190986466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SezZV0mAYOI/AAAAAAAACD4/2kteWuZTh74/s400/P4164585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;basket for auction at Halcyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SezZVmaDvoI/AAAAAAAACDw/MkDbxKZoPuA/s1600-h/P4154584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326871424382779010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SezZVmaDvoI/AAAAAAAACDw/MkDbxKZoPuA/s400/P4154584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got bored and made these flips flops for Madeline.  It was kind of fun to make bows again. ( I miss making them, but there is really no point, b/c she refuses to wear them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SezZVcqgoXI/AAAAAAAACDo/6iXFm4kMLUw/s1600-h/P4154583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326871421767426418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SezZVcqgoXI/AAAAAAAACDo/6iXFm4kMLUw/s400/P4154583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-162558387414722596?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/162558387414722596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=162558387414722596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/162558387414722596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/162558387414722596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/04/bows-and-baskets.html' title='Bows and baskets'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SezZV0mAYOI/AAAAAAAACD4/2kteWuZTh74/s72-c/P4164585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-8980255557004992546</id><published>2009-04-13T14:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:56:40.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldest soccer game ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bennett's first soccer game of the season was last Monday.  As luck would have it we had a very chilly late season cold snap the same day.  I am quite certain that I have never been that cold- not even snow skiiing in Colorado. We totally took advantage of the fact the we had not been contacted by Madeline's coach and did not stay for her 6:15 game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SeOJbovwjgI/AAAAAAAACCs/kJsB9NSsBmw/s1600-h/P4064453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324250292369264130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SeOJbovwjgI/AAAAAAAACCs/kJsB9NSsBmw/s400/P4064453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           Madeline felt like the blocked off street was warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SeOJbIli43I/AAAAAAAACCk/J_3RxQBKi5A/s1600-h/P4064448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324250283736490866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SeOJbIli43I/AAAAAAAACCk/J_3RxQBKi5A/s400/P4064448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        However, she spent a large portion of our time under my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SeOJa5KFsWI/AAAAAAAACCc/N9X36_i7Kds/s1600-h/P4064440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324250279594799458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SeOJa5KFsWI/AAAAAAAACCc/N9X36_i7Kds/s400/P4064440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        Bennett did not seem to mind the cold and really enjoyed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SeOJanF3JkI/AAAAAAAACCU/gP3f0CXyD8c/s1600-h/P4064438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324250274745230914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SeOJanF3JkI/AAAAAAAACCU/gP3f0CXyD8c/s400/P4064438.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/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SeOJaQHUoBI/AAAAAAAACCM/MOFRnfkOKlw/s1600-h/P4064431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324250268577341458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SeOJaQHUoBI/AAAAAAAACCM/MOFRnfkOKlw/s400/P4064431.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;/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/2333333544968823371-8980255557004992546?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SeOJbovwjgI/AAAAAAAACCs/kJsB9NSsBmw/s72-c/P4064453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-292320128103043864</id><published>2009-04-09T12:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:21:34.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>picassa is cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="474" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-567ee1319977b1ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1093175014481954990</id><published>2009-04-07T16:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:47:10.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>madeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/1OnYEf14NJ4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/1OnYEf14NJ4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-1093175014481954990?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/1093175014481954990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=1093175014481954990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1093175014481954990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1093175014481954990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/04/madeline.html' title='madeline'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-8817591688612662342</id><published>2009-03-31T10:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:33:33.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten March Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SdIoxxYDtaI/AAAAAAAAB5U/o-u4JdDdr84/s1600-h/P2284347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319358945410921890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SdIoxxYDtaI/AAAAAAAAB5U/o-u4JdDdr84/s400/P2284347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because we have such a wide variety of weather, I had totally forgotten about our March snow.&lt;br /&gt;We had tornados the day before and near 80 degree temps the next day. This seems like a wonderful dream- good thing I have pictures to prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SdIoxSWjxSI/AAAAAAAAB5M/iInX0GGovuc/s1600-h/P2284333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319358937083135266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SdIoxSWjxSI/AAAAAAAAB5M/iInX0GGovuc/s400/P2284333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is especially for my mom, because my love of year round flip flops drives her crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SdIoxE5THzI/AAAAAAAAB5E/NMQ-3MiHo3w/s1600-h/P2284321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319358933470748466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SdIoxE5THzI/AAAAAAAAB5E/NMQ-3MiHo3w/s400/P2284321.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/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SdIownTxGFI/AAAAAAAAB48/j4zQ3rT1ln0/s1600-h/P2284320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319358925528701010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SdIownTxGFI/AAAAAAAAB48/j4zQ3rT1ln0/s400/P2284320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Confused but beautiful Tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SdIowneNUaI/AAAAAAAAB40/YNVsfbd7es4/s1600-h/P2284308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319358925572493730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SdIowneNUaI/AAAAAAAAB40/YNVsfbd7es4/s400/P2284308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter was in heaven.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-8817591688612662342?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/8817591688612662342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=8817591688612662342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/8817591688612662342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/8817591688612662342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgotten-march-snow.html' title='Forgotten March Snow'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SdIoxxYDtaI/AAAAAAAAB5U/o-u4JdDdr84/s72-c/P2284347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-5914197444127532796</id><published>2009-03-30T14:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:47:41.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without cable is awesome!</title><content type='html'>When we moved we found out that our house was too new for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Knology&lt;/span&gt;, which I find very amusing. Not being that found of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Knology&lt;/span&gt;, this did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;devastate&lt;/span&gt; me, however, I did find it somewhat inconvenient. So, we made the move to AT&amp;amp;T. Of course, even with the number portability laws, our number with K could not be ported. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for technology!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with AT&amp;amp;T you can do various packages, however, they are all separate (set up and installation) Cable is the only one we have yet to set up (apparently it's a tough decision to choose between direct &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; or dish network) Anyway, not having cable is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SSSSOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; very peaceful we might not do it at all. We are having the best time doing more family activities. As for Madeline and Bennett, they are much more agreeable with no t.v. to contend with.&lt;br /&gt;Life without cable might not work for some, but it is certainly agreeing with us. (besides, if we must watch something, we can always watch online)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-5914197444127532796?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/5914197444127532796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=5914197444127532796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5914197444127532796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5914197444127532796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Life without cable is awesome!'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1006946885220597720</id><published>2009-03-14T19:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:57:38.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a slacker.........</title><content type='html'>because moving is such a pain.  Yay for a new house,  boo for all of the stuff that we have accumulated.  Seriously,  I am never shopping again.  We have way too much.    On a more serious note, I am suffering from serious Facebook and blog withdrawals.  It is really hard not having a computer.  They are coming some time next week- not soon enough.  Apparently I am not that addicted to T.V., because I am totally unaffected by not having cable right now, but the computer, well that is a completely different issue. &lt;br /&gt;Note to self for future reference, don't forget to set service transfers up way in advance. Apparently they need sufficient notice for these things.  We totally forgot about calling Alagasco, so that too will be sometime this week.  Luckily my parents are letting us take showers at their house.  The alagasco man was at our neighbors house last night and I was so tempted to go and beg him to come and light our pilot light.  Lee told me that I could not do that.  It seemed completely logical to me- I mean really,  the man was right there, with the capability to provide hot water.  Really, where is the harm,  couldn't he just radio his people and cancel the future order.  Aren't we currently in a recession of historic proportions?  Shouldn't we all be trying to conserve and cut back?  Alagasco would have saved gas and mileage on his work truck if he had just walked over to our house!  Multitasking and efficiency at their finest.  Oh well,  a girl can dream, can't she?  If only I was in charge............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-1006946885220597720?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/1006946885220597720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=1006946885220597720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1006946885220597720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1006946885220597720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-slacker.html' title='I am a slacker.........'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-6456544291035449038</id><published>2009-02-18T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:52:37.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for battle!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SZyBWHK5MOI/AAAAAAAAAr0/chVxl51E4as/s1600-h/P2184248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304256678017446114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SZyBWHK5MOI/AAAAAAAAAr0/chVxl51E4as/s400/P2184248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Christmas,  we have had more than our fair share of viruses.  Some version of a mild stomach virus came to visit first, followed by a round of strep, then the flu, pnemonia, another fun and exciting stomach virus and now strep again.  So,  needless to say,  I have been doing battle with the germs that seem to be quite comfortable in our house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have changed the all the air filters and washed anything that I could fit into the washing machine.  I have numerous trips to target to buy all kinds of cleaning supplies, for every surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I threw out all of the tooth brushes, crayons too and replaced them.  I even replaced the toothpaste for every member of our family.   Any possible place that germs could lurk, I have attacked.  Now,  I am just praying that we are done.  Although we adore our wonderful pediatrician,  I think we may have seen her too much in the last 6 weeks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-6456544291035449038?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/6456544291035449038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=6456544291035449038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/6456544291035449038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/6456544291035449038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/02/preparing-for-battle.html' title='Preparing for battle!!!'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SZyBWHK5MOI/AAAAAAAAAr0/chVxl51E4as/s72-c/P2184248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-5557353168572690551</id><published>2009-02-18T16:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:43:19.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Natural' Flowers</title><content type='html'>.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SZyAN1CcQLI/AAAAAAAAArs/vtqeY_c9M1Y/s1600-h/P2184243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304255436199575730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SZyAN1CcQLI/AAAAAAAAArs/vtqeY_c9M1Y/s400/P2184243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My sweet babies brought me beautiful flowers today.   The flowers were made possible by a yard that apparently needs to be cut. :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SZyANmN0w_I/AAAAAAAAArk/1RRuF3ZoQ9A/s1600-h/P2184242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304255432220787698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SZyANmN0w_I/AAAAAAAAArk/1RRuF3ZoQ9A/s400/P2184242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-5557353168572690551?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/5557353168572690551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=5557353168572690551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5557353168572690551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5557353168572690551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/02/natural-flowers.html' title='&apos;Natural&apos; Flowers'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SZyAN1CcQLI/AAAAAAAAArs/vtqeY_c9M1Y/s72-c/P2184243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-4824466200792080544</id><published>2009-02-17T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:58:41.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my own AHA !!! use</title><content type='html'>This past summer, we noticed that someone had spilled fingernail polish on Bennett's floor (the culprit has never come forward) By the time this was discovered, it had already dried.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frantically&lt;/span&gt; googled ways to remove polish from carpet and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; to discover that I repeatedly read that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barbasol&lt;/span&gt; shaving cream worked quite well.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...........I found this odd,  why on earth would a specific brand of shaving cream, or any brand of shaving cream for that matter remove a set carpet stain.  Paint of all things?&lt;br /&gt;Completely desperate, I decided to try.  Wonder of wonders,  it worked. Beautifully!  Not to mention the fact that it made everything smell delightfully clean.  I got so carried away,  I did their bedroom hall!  Clean carpet from shaving cream and not just any shaving cream, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Barbasol&lt;/span&gt;.  Who knew???&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to tonight,  I discovered that my little angel had dropped a his newly painted treasure box on the carpet in our bedroom hallway.  I have no idea what type of paint nail polish is,  but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tonight's&lt;/span&gt; paint was acrylic.  This could not be good. Right?  I remembered the miracle shaving cream and decided to try it on this.  Once again,  to my delight and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; it worked.&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to my final question:  What on earth could be in this product that could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; perfectly remove dried paint out of carpet and do I really want to use it on my skin?  I am thinking no!  However,  I will definitely keep it around for future carpet emergencies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-4824466200792080544?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/4824466200792080544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=4824466200792080544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4824466200792080544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4824466200792080544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-own-aha-use.html' title='my own AHA !!! use'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3773122750426356627</id><published>2009-02-13T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:18:22.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Madeline's Valentine party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SZX_vkv7b4I/AAAAAAAAAls/t19K99TVy6E/s1600-h/P2124229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SZX_vkv7b4I/AAAAAAAAAls/t19K99TVy6E/s400/P2124229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Today was Madeline's school Valentine Party.  Since Bennett is still recovering, I did not go, but I did take this cute shot of her this morning before Lee took her to school!  I always do a double take now when I post new pictures of her, because I just can't believe how she has lost the baby look completely.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-3773122750426356627?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3773122750426356627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3773122750426356627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3773122750426356627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3773122750426356627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/02/madelines-valentine-party.html' title='Madeline&apos;s Valentine party'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SZX_vkv7b4I/AAAAAAAAAls/t19K99TVy6E/s72-c/P2124229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-6984260602632561839</id><published>2009-02-11T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:14:13.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl 2009 - Doritos Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/d88qVOCen8w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/d88qVOCen8w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-6984260602632561839?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/6984260602632561839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=6984260602632561839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/6984260602632561839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/6984260602632561839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl-2009-doritos-commercial.html' title='Superbowl 2009 - Doritos Commercial'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1682494255107703143</id><published>2009-02-11T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:38:49.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bud Light Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xQvqkadg9JI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xQvqkadg9JI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-1682494255107703143?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/1682494255107703143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=1682494255107703143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1682494255107703143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1682494255107703143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/02/bud-light-meeting.html' title='Bud Light Meeting'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-275569595737411276</id><published>2009-02-11T09:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:57:15.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PEDIGREE® Super Bowl Commercial 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xl0x3LlWIig' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xl0x3LlWIig'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this commercial!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-275569595737411276?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/275569595737411276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=275569595737411276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/275569595737411276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/275569595737411276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/02/pedigree-super-bowl-commercial-2009.html' title='PEDIGREE® Super Bowl Commercial 2009'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-5522715914224944721</id><published>2009-02-10T09:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:39:54.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi ho, hi ho.....................</title><content type='html'>....it's back to the dr we go- for the third time in less than a week, with just as many after hours calls.   HAHA this is a source of complete frustration. (I guess if you have to be frustrated,  it should be complete) &lt;br /&gt;We started this process last Wednesday- with me ignoring Bennett's complaints of a headache (boy I am such an awesome mother)-of course that is partly because for some reason, he doesn't want to go to school anymore,  and says that he can just play with them later.  Anyway,  off he went, only to tell me in such a pitiful voice when I picked him up "mommy, I told you I did not feel good today" and with that he went to sleep. (very odd behavior for a child who does not want to sleep anymore either)   So off we go to the pediatricians office (they are all fabulous by the way - we love them).  Fever-check,  extremely lethargic-check,  headache-check, sore throat-check-looks like we have strep- but NO that test came back negative.  So then,  have a flu test just to be safe and guess what?  It is positive.  (remind me to thank the makers of the flu shot later- they have struck out yet again) Now do we want wonderful Tamiflu?  That would be a no, as he did not handle it well last year- it was no miracle drug for us.  So we are just going to ride it out.  Should be a fairly simple task, right?  No.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was better,  only fever in the morning and a little congestion at night.  I gave him dimetapp cold to help with his cough so he could sleep. (not the first time he has it)  So he goes to sleep, and then starts speaking in another language (in his sleep),  sits up in bed and says "my feet are really cold,  I need some socks" (still asleep).  I feel his forhead and he is very warm,  so Lee comes back with socks and advil (at least he thought it was) We gave it to him,  put on socks, and he goes back to sleep.  Fast forward another hour,  and Madeline has a fever and needs some advil too.  YAY!  Lee proceeds to come back to our room,  and ask me why cold medicine would be next to motrin?  HMMMM maybe because most people store medicine together and away from children, heat and direct sunlight.  Apparently,  we had just given our child more cold medicine-not just any cold medicine,  but a different one than he had a 7.  It bears a striking resemblance to the grape advil- but alas,  it's not motrin.  So Lee calls the 24 hr drug store, and they say call the Poison control.  We call the pediatrician first and she assures us,  that she thinks he will be fine,  just to check his pulse and watch his heart rate to make sure that it doesn't exceed 150 bpm.  She suggests that we call the PC too, since they could tell us exact amounts.  The PC control is VERY thorough (I am so thankful )  We talked to them several times throughout the night but we made it. &lt;br /&gt;Friday was a good day, no fever.  Saturday an even better day, and I think that we have survived the flu of 2009.  After all Madeline fared very well,  just a fever for a day, and just a little lethargic,  and now he had two good days. How quickly things change..................&lt;br /&gt;Lee stayed home from church with him Sunday- he was very perky when we left and sad about not seeing his friends at church.  When Madeline and I got home,  we found him sound asleep on the couch,  with a fever.  All afternoon, he slept.  We called the dr again,  she says it could be pneumonia or an ear infection- both common complications of the flu.   So we make an appointment Monday morning,  for 1 pm.  He has a fever when we get there, despite taking advil,  and sleeps most of the appointment-waking up to cry when they took his blood- but that was pretty much it.  We find that his lungs sound clear,  but that it could be pneumonia- however no chest xray occured.  We are sent home to wait, see and force him to drink lots of fluids (this has become a very difficult task)&lt;br /&gt;He slept all afternoon,  we had to force him to eat dinner (what fun that was).  He suddenly perked up around 9,  but then coughed up horrible looking things. Again,  we call the dr,  who thankfully is a fellow mom, praised my paranoid state.  Which brings us to this morning (tuesday)  we survived the night,  have fever again this morning and will be heading to the drs office at 10.  Hopefully we will get some answers today, and maybe an antibiotic or two.  Poor Bennett,  he doesn't know that he will be having more bloodwork?  Looks like a new ds game is in his future :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-5522715914224944721?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/5522715914224944721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=5522715914224944721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5522715914224944721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5522715914224944721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-ho-hi-ho.html' title='Hi ho, hi ho.....................'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-968932222083703497</id><published>2009-02-08T15:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:26:39.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>say a prayer for the McClenahans</title><content type='html'>Sweet baby Cora went to be with Jesus today, please keep them in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://themcclenahans.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://themcclenahans.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-968932222083703497?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/968932222083703497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=968932222083703497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/968932222083703497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/968932222083703497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-prayer-for-mcclenahans.html' title='say a prayer for the McClenahans'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-881246629758228801</id><published>2009-02-07T14:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:03:13.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks but.............</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here thinking about the flu shot and how it hasn't seem to work for us.  Last year when Bennett's test came back positive,  I expected it,  since they had told us that the vaccine wasn't working.  But this year,  well that was quite an unwelcome suprise.  I mean,  seriously,  we have better things to do than deal with the flu again.  We decided not to fool with Tamiflu this time around,  because it made Bennett act really special last year.  Tamiflu is expensive even with insurance,  and all it did for us was make us anxiously wait to see if his head was going to spin around.  So, no thank you,  we will just ride it out this time.  As for next year,  well I am thinking,  for all of the good it has done us,  I think we'll have to pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-881246629758228801?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/881246629758228801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=881246629758228801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/881246629758228801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/881246629758228801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks-but.html' title='thanks but.............'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3545074753014266824</id><published>2009-02-03T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:27:07.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SYkKxQavIAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/beWKORODSFM/s1600-h/FH010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298778277915074562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SYkKxQavIAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/beWKORODSFM/s400/FH010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems like just yesterday I took this picture.  They grow up so fast....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-3545074753014266824?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3545074753014266824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3545074753014266824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3545074753014266824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3545074753014266824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-yesterday.html' title='just yesterday'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SYkKxQavIAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/beWKORODSFM/s72-c/FH010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1353178090112324263</id><published>2009-02-01T14:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:54:19.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Cora needs your prayers</title><content type='html'>Y'all this sweet family needs your prayers.  Their precious 10 month old baby girl was diagnosed with stage 4 neuroblastoma this past week.  Please pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://themcclenahans.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://themcclenahans.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-1353178090112324263?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/1353178090112324263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=1353178090112324263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1353178090112324263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1353178090112324263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-cora-needs-your-prayers.html' title='Baby Cora needs your prayers'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3939855670982125954</id><published>2009-01-26T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:02:24.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's always there!</title><content type='html'>Our small group is reading Lee Strobel's  The Case for Faith right now and we got into a discussion about miracles the other night.   The discussion came from a section in the chapter we were reading and how the word miracle is thrown around so much.  This lead to whether or not any of us had seen any true miracles and this got me thinking,  have I seen any true miracles in my own life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure,  there have been many, many times that I have used that word over the years,  often believing that I had witnessed or had been granted a miracle.  This may or may not be.  There have been plenty of times that I have been driving and somehow avoided a really bad accident.  There have been plenty of times that everything seems to fall into place- actually doesn't it always?  I mean, seriously God has a plan for my life and for yours.  Things might not go according to my plans,  but I am pretty sure that things happen according to His perfect plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not I have witnessed true (by definition) miracles in my own life, I do not that He is alway there waiting to make His prescence known.  I am sure that everyone has had this experience,  little daily things that can't be explained......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a morning that is always full of chaos-  well actually that could be any morning in our house, but this happened to be Sunday-  Madeline and I had one of those experiences.  We were alone in the kitchen and she kept singing Our God is an Awesome God,  begging for me to let her here it on the Ipod.  Now,  I was rushing to get us ready and out the door on time and did not really have time to sort through 300+ songs. (I know that I could have also just looked for the title but that would have been a major inconvenience at that moment too)  Anyway,  as I was preparing to leave the room,  I went to find it for her.  I was shocked and amazed that when I went to the dock to turn the Ipod on,  Michael W Smith's version of that song was just starting. &lt;br /&gt;Now was this a miracle,  probably not.  Was it just a coincidence, I don't think so- I think that it was a God-incidence.  He was just saying 'hey,  I am here'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-3939855670982125954?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3939855670982125954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3939855670982125954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3939855670982125954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3939855670982125954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/01/hes-always-there.html' title='He&apos;s always there!'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-6457922141074949278</id><published>2009-01-23T18:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:59:48.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Learned something new today-apparently tires aren't that fond of nails and other long sharp objects.  My tire pressure warning light has been coming on quite often- I have chosen to ignore it.  Then Wednesday night this really nice lady was behind us on the way to church, and was so concerned about the way my tire looked she came and found us at church to let me know.  (who says there are no good people any more???)  Of course I went and looked at it, and we noticed something shiny and silver stuck in the tread.  I,  being somewhat impatient,  and not really wanting to deal with the implications of having a bad tire forgot all about it, until this morning.  I showed Lee,  who happens to be able to do most things (he comes in very handy) went and purchased a patch kit and proceeded to pull this long, thin rod out of my tire.  (who knows where it came from, or how it got there) Anyway,  the hole was too big and he could not patch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This began the next phase of our journey,  we had purchased this set of tires at SAMS a little over a year ago.  Yes we had a warranty,  and yes our membership had expired- so YEA for us!!!&lt;br /&gt;So,  we could have had a tire replaced for free or minimal cost ($10.50) but no we had to renew our membership to reap these benefits.  But alas,  I personally like SAMS better than COSTCO anyway.  So at the end of the day,  I am happy and I have a brand new tire!!!  Who would have thought at this point in life,  that would make me sooo happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-6457922141074949278?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/6457922141074949278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=6457922141074949278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/6457922141074949278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/6457922141074949278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-5974978001693939936?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/5974978001693939936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=5974978001693939936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5974978001693939936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5974978001693939936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3247710861654634571</id><published>2009-01-22T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:59:46.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FIREPROOF comes out Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/u3b2jw1rjBc"&gt;&lt;embed height="'350'" width="'425'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" src="'http://youtube.com/v/u3b2jw1rjBc'/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;We are so excited that Fireproof is coming out this Tuesday.  We went to see it the premiere night.  It is one that every couple whether married or considering marriage should see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-3247710861654634571?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3247710861654634571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3247710861654634571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3247710861654634571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3247710861654634571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='FIREPROOF comes out Tuesday'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3584085684320234287</id><published>2009-01-14T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:19:07.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SW4sJkCj9CI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4mO7xbzJDaM/s1600-h/PA283175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291215155011777570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SW4sJkCj9CI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4mO7xbzJDaM/s320/PA283175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little vampire just told me that he "would really like some Welch's 100% Grape juice, because my tummy sure could use some of those polyphenols".....................&lt;br /&gt;this child is every advertiser's dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-3584085684320234287?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3584085684320234287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3584085684320234287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3584085684320234287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3584085684320234287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-little-vampire-just-told-me-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SW4sJkCj9CI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4mO7xbzJDaM/s72-c/PA283175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-6441826669606174923</id><published>2009-01-10T11:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:23:19.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the compromise.............:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SWjJ3oAIwrI/AAAAAAAAAh4/IJfizWZOcKU/s1600-h/P1053942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289699719814628018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SWjJ3oAIwrI/AAAAAAAAAh4/IJfizWZOcKU/s320/P1053942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for Madeline to allow me to cut her hair this short,  I had to agree to no bows or ribbons.  According to her majesty,  she is the only little girl in the world that has to wear bows.  This makes me said considering the fact that she is only 8.  We compromised on church though.  I guess we shall see tomorrow..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SWjJ3CvzzoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/JBi2tHsL8k8/s1600-h/P1053937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289699709814034050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SWjJ3CvzzoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/JBi2tHsL8k8/s320/P1053937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SWjJ23NUUzI/AAAAAAAAAho/pIxn82lc0i8/s1600-h/P1053938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289699706716574514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SWjJ23NUUzI/AAAAAAAAAho/pIxn82lc0i8/s320/P1053938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SWjJ2oHyhGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/8zEj3_lzmSA/s1600-h/P1053940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289699702666855522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SWjJ2oHyhGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/8zEj3_lzmSA/s320/P1053940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-6441826669606174923?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/6441826669606174923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=6441826669606174923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/6441826669606174923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/6441826669606174923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/01/compromise.html' title='the compromise.............:('/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SWjJ3oAIwrI/AAAAAAAAAh4/IJfizWZOcKU/s72-c/P1053942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-2281283824570758184</id><published>2009-01-02T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:39:12.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>funny</title><content type='html'>Driving home tonight I overheard a funny conversation between Madeline and Bennett. I thought that I would write about it, because I don't want to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Bennett: Sissy,  are you magic?&lt;br /&gt;Madeline:  Why yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;Bennett: Good, then if you're really magic, why don't you make me disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Madeline:  Well...........I haven't actually learned that trick yet,  but believe me I am working on it.  When I master it,  you will be the first to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two weeks off is a bit too much togetherness for them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-2281283824570758184?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/2281283824570758184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=2281283824570758184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/2281283824570758184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/2281283824570758184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny.html' title='funny'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-7224280283845047374</id><published>2008-12-20T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:44:48.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SU11QjJ0v7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/_lTmo8wqRKE/s1600-h/PC103484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282006865150263218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SU11QjJ0v7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/_lTmo8wqRKE/s320/PC103484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SU11QWqaX0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/_VGfomIXxrg/s1600-h/PC103482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282006861797285698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SU11QWqaX0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/_VGfomIXxrg/s320/PC103482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SU11QGlrp-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/a-G3KmO5IeI/s1600-h/PC103479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282006857482479586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SU11QGlrp-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/a-G3KmO5IeI/s320/PC103479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-7224280283845047374?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/7224280283845047374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=7224280283845047374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7224280283845047374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7224280283845047374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SU11QjJ0v7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/_lTmo8wqRKE/s72-c/PC103484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-767238334460017590</id><published>2008-11-30T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:21:12.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the escape artist</title><content type='html'>I think maybe our gerbil, Maggie, may be related to Houdini.  Lee and I just spent the last 10 minutes chasing her around the kitchen.  Luckily the dogs were in our room and were too tired to notice that she was running around the family room.  Escaping was a talent that she possesed in her earlier days with our family,  but after several escapes,  and a couple of nose to nose confrontations with Carter (our golden) we resorted to a glass aquarium. That was 2 1/2  years ago,  and we have not had one problem. She did have one near death experience, when Gracie somehow got up on the dryer and was peering into the aquarium. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight,  as if by her own magic,  she suddenly ran under the sofa table while Lee was watching t.v.  It is a miracle that he noticed her and was somehow able to corral her in the kitchen.  Getting her back in the aquarium was quite a challenge and we still don't know how she got out or how she managed to get down.  Maybe she is so small that a fall or jump like that would not harm her.  Who knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-767238334460017590?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/767238334460017590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=767238334460017590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/767238334460017590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/767238334460017590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/11/escape-artist.html' title='the escape artist'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1109628634418431465</id><published>2008-11-18T13:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:38:35.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLISS</title><content type='html'>So this morning was far more pleasant than yesterday morning.  This morning,  all tantrums were absent,  there was just a calm and rational little princess.  This of course leads to a calm Bennett and most importantly a calm Mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-1109628634418431465?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/1109628634418431465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=1109628634418431465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1109628634418431465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1109628634418431465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/11/bliss.html' title='BLISS'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-501876132787612710</id><published>2008-11-17T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:59:43.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To raise a daughter............</title><content type='html'>requires a whole lot more than I ever imagined.  I remember hearing that we were having a sweet baby girl.  How I quickly filled her closet with pink,  and smocked dresses long before her arrival.  I learned how to make bows and dreamed of ballerinas.  How much fun it was,  always too much joy to ever seem like real work.  Now fast forward 8 years, though I still marvel at her when she sleeps,  because she looks like an angel- peaceful and calm- it is much harder.  No, this is not my first entry about the trials of raising a daughter,  and I am sure that it will not be the last. &lt;br /&gt;I almost accomplished something with her tonight,  that I have never been able to do before, which is cry herself to sleep.  I could never do it when she was an infant,  I simply could not allow her heart to be broken, to think that we would not always be there  (that view came from a Mad About You episode-always in the back of my mind).  I almost made it tonight,  after willful battle,  I was prepared to follow through and let her suffer consequences,  but I caved when I could no longer listen to her crys for me.  I had to comfort her, even though so many experts, maybe even most would say that it would not hurt her to let her cry herself to sleep.  That is such an unpleasant experience,  one that I wish she would never have.  However,  I know that is not possible.&lt;br /&gt;I try to remind myself that these same traits,  that are so maddening to me (even more so to Lee, because he is not used to the world of girls- all of the drama)  these are the very same traits that I would like her to have later in life. Don't we want strong girls- not liberals,  but girls that are smart, independent and not afraid to stand up for themselves.  Oh,  if I can just stand my ground and walk this fine line with her and shape her into the Godly woman that we want her to become.  After all,  she is His,  and He made her just the way she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-501876132787612710?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/501876132787612710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=501876132787612710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/501876132787612710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/501876132787612710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-raise-daughter.html' title='To raise a daughter............'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1017252738839837994</id><published>2008-11-11T20:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:03:14.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things...................</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to say today,  I left my camera at my parents on Madeline's birthday.  I don't feel complete without it, and  seem to be suffering from withdrawal.  However, coming home this afternoon, the new song from Casting Crowns was on the radio. It really makes you stop and think and it is so true. If I could figure out a way to attach the song to this post I would because it is something everybody needs to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slow Fade"&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little eyes what you see&lt;br /&gt;It's the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little feet where you go&lt;br /&gt;For it's the little feet behind you that are sure to follow&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;br /&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade, it's a slow fade&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little ears what you hear&lt;br /&gt;When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little lips what you say&lt;br /&gt;For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;br /&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;The journey from your mind to your hands&lt;br /&gt;Is shorter than you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;Be careful if you think you stand&lt;br /&gt;You just might be sinking&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;br /&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;Daddies never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;Families never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;Oh be careful little eyes what see&lt;br /&gt;Oh be careful little eyes what you see&lt;br /&gt;For the Father up above is looking down in love&lt;br /&gt;Oh be careful little eyes what you see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-1017252738839837994?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/1017252738839837994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=1017252738839837994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1017252738839837994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1017252738839837994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-this-song.html' title='Random things...................'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-7475731224145337921</id><published>2008-11-06T18:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:01:36.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8th Birthday Madeline!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Our Madeline is 8 today. This is such a bittersweet day for me, although I am sure it is that way for most moms. It seems like only yesterday at 1 p.m she came into this world, and now here we are 8 years later. This seems to be a question that I ask all of the time, but where does time go. There are so many moments that seem to go on forever, by mostly it is just flying by. She is getting so big so fast, and I am afraid that I am just not ready. She informed me yesterday, that in only 8 more years she would be 16.......whether or not she knows the significance of that age , well I can only hope that she doesn't. I just want her to stay little. This world is such a scary place, and I would much rather keep her safe with me. Oh I am just looking at these few pictures that I have posted, and realizing that with each passing day, she is becoming more and more independent. She is reading, and reading well- this was the first time she did not need any help with her card.(of course I am so happy she is becoming such a strong reader- it just represents so much more) Anyway, this is just a reminder to cherish every moment you have with your children, because before we no it, they will be grown.&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy birthday sweet Madeline! We love you more than you will ever know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SROAar1i8bI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YADgpB_Sh2A/s1600-h/PB053299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265693585258508722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SROAar1i8bI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YADgpB_Sh2A/s320/PB053299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SROAabhOfSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_JwiIpiYfbo/s1600-h/PB053314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265693580878314786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SROAabhOfSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_JwiIpiYfbo/s320/PB053314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SROAZqtwklI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1yKMug9oErs/s1600-h/PB053307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265693567777542738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SROAZqtwklI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1yKMug9oErs/s320/PB053307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SROAZRJx2DI/AAAAAAAAAes/VP5hpjPibWA/s1600-h/PB053309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265693560915744818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SROAZRJx2DI/AAAAAAAAAes/VP5hpjPibWA/s320/PB053309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O&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/2333333544968823371-7475731224145337921?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/7475731224145337921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=7475731224145337921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7475731224145337921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7475731224145337921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-8th-birthday-madeline.html' title='Happy 8th Birthday Madeline!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SROAar1i8bI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YADgpB_Sh2A/s72-c/PB053299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-9024917642548584965</id><published>2008-11-02T20:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:05:35.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fall fun</title><content type='html'>This has been such a busy weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SQ5WvQtQrVI/AAAAAAAAAds/W7swmDkD-qk/s1600-h/PA313216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264240384381332818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SQ5WvQtQrVI/AAAAAAAAAds/W7swmDkD-qk/s400/PA313216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did a terrible job with Halloween pictures, (did not really take any-don't now how that happened)more will have to be staged later.  The later than usual time change seemed to mess up trick or treating this year, but they still had a great time. We had a beautiful tinkerbell and a scary, but friendly vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SQ5WwYQOIaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/U6SDH22j4VM/s1600-h/PB023272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264240403586884002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SQ5WwYQOIaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/U6SDH22j4VM/s400/PB023272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday, Lee went with his Dad and two brothers to the Auburn/ Ole Miss game. Good thing they are Ole Miss fans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They left at 4 a.m. Of course I got up with Lee, which made for a very long day- even though I tried really hard to go back to bed after they left. That proved to be an exercise in futility! So the munchkins and I had breakfast with my mom, and then somehow managed to spend 2 hours in t.j.max. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have no idea how, or why we did that. Then we met my sister for lunch and went home to attempt naptime- which did not go as planned .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I finally gave that dream up, we headed to get Bennett some new shoes- this was a nightmare. Shopping with a very tired five year old is never a good idea- this resulted in some very special behavior from Bennett. I was sure that at some point in this excursion his head was going to spin around. We had to have shoes which meant that I could only ignore (or try to) the behavior and apologize over and over to any innocent bystanders. The icing on the cake was Bennett being bitten by a large puppy in Petsmart.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SQ5WwJh8oJI/AAAAAAAAAd8/OHKkKRsJY3w/s1600-h/PB023270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264240399634702482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SQ5WwJh8oJI/AAAAAAAAAd8/OHKkKRsJY3w/s400/PB023270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I mean seriously, who does that really happen to?  Ever notice how  everything seems to happen when you are out alone with a cranky child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I am happy to report was a much more relaxing day. We have had no meltdowns today, so we finished the day by going to Blount Cultural Park to take in the beautiful fall afternoon.(and of course lots of pictures too)&lt;br /&gt;Overall,  we had a fabulous weekend.  There is something so calming to me about a fall afternoon- walking through a park with the leaves and acorns crunching under our shoes.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kind of makes it all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SQ5Wv1-N3zI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5dYluTyTcFk/s1600-h/PB023221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264240394384564018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SQ5Wv1-N3zI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5dYluTyTcFk/s400/PB023221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SQ5WvQtQrVI/AAAAAAAAAds/W7swmDkD-qk/s1600-h/PA313216.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-9024917642548584965?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/9024917642548584965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=9024917642548584965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/9024917642548584965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/9024917642548584965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-fun.html' title='fall fun'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SQ5WvQtQrVI/AAAAAAAAAds/W7swmDkD-qk/s72-c/PA313216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-2890035099133223944</id><published>2008-10-23T14:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:39:17.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bennett Whisperer</title><content type='html'>Bedtime at our house is always quite a challenge with Bennett. He does everything within his power to get out of it. He has a long list of reasons that he should stay with us- some are quite compelling. When these don't work, he suddenly desires to be ultra helpful- he wants to do laundry, put dishes away, mop, vacuum- you name it, he will do it for you at 8 p.m., anything to avoid his room. We thought we had turned a corner, and we could see the light at the end of the tunnel, but then Lee started working for the Biscuits, and suddenly, the Daddy barrier was no longer present. Many nights I have come into our room, and found that sweet Bennett has made down the bed, with great attention to detail. He does it exactly the way that I do- quite an accomplishment for a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;Nightly challenges such as these, were merely touched with Madeline, and by the time she turned 4, she had become our champion sleeper. Never the napper, but when we put her to bed at night, she remains.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this week, for the last 3 nights, Lee has been able to work some magic. However, he is keeping it a secret. Once we say prayers, I exit the room, and he turns out the lights. I do hear low voices- I know that it is a pleasant conversation because there are no tears and he doesn't call for me. Suddenly, Lee makes his departure and as if by magic, Bennett remains in his room and eventually drifts off to dreamland. And Lee has become the Bennett whisperer- leaving bright hope, that we won't still be doing this when he heads off to college!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-2890035099133223944?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/2890035099133223944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=2890035099133223944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/2890035099133223944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/2890035099133223944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/10/bennett-whisperer.html' title='The Bennett Whisperer'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-8624224258605390471</id><published>2008-10-16T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:17:12.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just being Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SPeC8f-FNaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ueGcjqkWwQY/s1600-h/PA133109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257815065863992738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SPeC8f-FNaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ueGcjqkWwQY/s400/PA133109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems that anytime Bennett is out of sight these days,  that he is climbing somthing.  I think that maybe he is part monkey.  I have never seen anyone that loves to climb the way that my Bennett does.   It may be something as unconventional as a doorframe or as normal as a tree,  but he always finds something to climb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SPeC84DTLRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/130hyAuys0M/s1600-h/PA133121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257815072328330514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SPeC84DTLRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/130hyAuys0M/s400/PA133121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess as sayings go,  one rings true-  HE IS ALL BOY!    He loves to build anything.  He wants to know how EVERYTHING works,  and if he has to take it apart in the process,  well that is just how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SPeC9aOx15I/AAAAAAAAAcU/2rs1TebC-Co/s1600-h/PA133119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257815081503283090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SPeC9aOx15I/AAAAAAAAAcU/2rs1TebC-Co/s400/PA133119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would it be a suprise at all,  if I added that we are no strangers to the e.r.   At our last visit,  the dr.  informed me that this is all just part of the wonderful world of boys!  That world is a mystery to me.  Fortunately I love a good mystery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-8624224258605390471?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/8624224258605390471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=8624224258605390471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/8624224258605390471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/8624224258605390471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-being-bennett.html' title='Just being Bennett'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SPeC8f-FNaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ueGcjqkWwQY/s72-c/PA133109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-7181823097053661566</id><published>2008-10-10T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:23:48.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in time for Halloween............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SO_kA1Sp9aI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ybb3k--YUqY/s1600-h/PA103103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SO_kA1Sp9aI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ybb3k--YUqY/s400/PA103103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We were in the backyard and Bennett suddenly yelled "look Mommy, it's the devil!"  Not exactly words you want to ever hear.  Once I regained my composure I asked him to show me what on earth he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Then of course he said "look he's right by your head" - again not really something you want to hear.  Finally he told me that it was a spider and gave better directions to it's location with the help of Madeline.    It was really close to me of course- very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it,  I can see why he thought it was the devil or rather a devil spider.  CREEPY  CREEPY.   Apparently it was camera shy,  because it jumped and moved closer when I took its picture.  So Bennett will have to be happy with the shot that I got....................&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-7181823097053661566?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/7181823097053661566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=7181823097053661566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7181823097053661566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7181823097053661566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-in-time-for-halloween.html' title='Just in time for Halloween............'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SO_kA1Sp9aI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ybb3k--YUqY/s72-c/PA103103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-336042334229073392</id><published>2008-10-10T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:46:37.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Gracie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SO_bTWDQB3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/AQ1IBXVWXZE/s1600-h/PA103098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SO_bTWDQB3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/AQ1IBXVWXZE/s400/PA103098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      The dog that thinks she's a cat!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-336042334229073392?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/336042334229073392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=336042334229073392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/336042334229073392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/336042334229073392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-gracie.html' title='Sweet Gracie'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SO_bTWDQB3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/AQ1IBXVWXZE/s72-c/PA103098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-5125661014222614127</id><published>2008-10-10T13:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:35:49.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My point and believe me, I have one............</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that we are 'the meanest parents' and do not let Madeline and Bennett watch Hannah Montana or the Suite Life- really pretty much anything on Disney or Nick Jr. after about 9:30. We do not feel like we are doing anything wrong to them. We have several conversations that go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madeline: Why can't I watch Hannah Montana? Do you and Daddy realize that I am the ONLY person in my ENTIRE class that is not allowed to watch Hannah Montana?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: Honey I am so sorry that you feel so isolated. You don't NEED to watch it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madeline: But do you realize how left out I feel when I can't talk about the newest episode and I don't know what is going on in her life?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: Do you realize that she is a fictional character, and she is not real.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madeline: Mommy, she is real. She is Miley Cyrus and she is so cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: Yes Miley is real and no she is not cool. You are not going to watch it and that is final.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madeline: Fine then, I will just go live with Katie, she will let me watch what I want.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my...................the trials and tribulations of being a tortured 7 year old little girl with such mean parents. Seriously, peer pressure in the 2nd grade. We do, however, let her watch High School Musical 1 and 2. Because really it's just music and not a storyline she is following. It's just in a nice, neat little box and it stands alone. Now will 3 be as innocent? That remains to be seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has a sweet little friend that told me the other day that "HSM is sooooooooooooooo last year." Seriously these girls are 7. Does life have to be so fast for them too? Before they know it, their childhoods will be memories. So I asked our little friend if she was going to see HSM3, when it comes out in a couple of weeks. I am happy to report that she replied with a wholehearted "of course I am going to see it, I can't wait!" &lt;strong&gt;Funny I thought it was sooooo last year. I guess there is hope after all!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-5125661014222614127?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/5125661014222614127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=5125661014222614127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5125661014222614127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5125661014222614127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/10/reason-99.html' title='My point and believe me, I have one............'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-7200381703407612921</id><published>2008-10-10T13:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:18:32.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SO-Kg7SYvoI/AAAAAAAAAbs/F0P3DgnCx_E/s1600-h/u%27ve_been_tagged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571588439916162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SO-Kg7SYvoI/AAAAAAAAAbs/F0P3DgnCx_E/s320/u%27ve_been_tagged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O.k. so Heidi has tagged me.  Thanks by the way.  There are so many weird things about me,  where should I start?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here goes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.  When I was a little girl,  I really,  REALLY wanted to be named Cinnamon.  Don't know why, or where that came from,  but I would answer to nothing else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  I enjoy total organization.  My mind however is completely disorganized and a source of great irritation for me!  I get stuck on organizing frenzies,  envisioning rooms that look like they might exist in a Pottery Barn ad.  Which leads me to #3...............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I love to alphabetize things.  Our movies, spices, c.d.s., all alphabetized.  Even my children's books and for some reason we have a ridiculous amount of those.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I have odd little collections of things.  The chest in our foyer is full of napkins-not plain white dinner napkins  the cute little cocktail and party napkins.  There is also quite a collection of matching plates.  For some reason,  I don't let anyone use any of them,  I just like knowing they are there.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.  I think our dogs a hilarious.  And yes,  I talk to them as if I expect them to answer me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.  I can't sleep with drawers and closet doors open.  These must be closed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.  I am terrified of snakes.  I won't call it a phobia because those are considered irrational fears and I do not consider this to be irrational at all.  If it is a phobia,  I seek no cure.  I am quite comfortable with this fear,  it has served me well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not very exciting I know,  but that is me.  Now it's your turn- although I have no idea how to include a link to you!  Lori,  Missy,  Lauren,  Suzanne, Robyn and Meg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-7200381703407612921?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/7200381703407612921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=7200381703407612921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7200381703407612921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7200381703407612921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SO-Kg7SYvoI/AAAAAAAAAbs/F0P3DgnCx_E/s72-c/u%27ve_been_tagged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-8026296509903593808</id><published>2008-10-07T22:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:51:26.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin patch competition!</title><content type='html'>The entire preschool went on a fieldtrip to Dreamfield Farms in Union Springs today. Having just gone to The Grand Ole Pumpkin Patch in Clanton on Sunday,  I have to say,  I think they finally have some real competition.  Dreamfield Farms is awesome.  It did not fail to impress parents or children in any way!  We were very busy the entire day,  resulting in a very tired Bennett and an equally tired Mommy.  We went on a very lengthy hayride to pick pumpkins upon arrival- of course the ride may have seemed so lengthy to me because I am very allergic to hay.  The pumpkins all had great stems and there was a great selection for all of the little ones.  We were even able to bring one home for Sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwcgJoGsjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/EBSDGsQLm3w/s1600-h/PA063045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254606203900047922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwcgJoGsjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/EBSDGsQLm3w/s320/PA063045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had tractor races on these cute little tractors and then they got to ride on this adorable little cowtrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwcgH2S4bI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NYRM19xVH6s/s1600-h/PA063052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254606203422695858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwcgH2S4bI/AAAAAAAAAbU/NYRM19xVH6s/s320/PA063052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards,  they got to dive into the 'Corn box'.  As you can see it was a big it.  (I bet it felt good).  Next they got to bounce on the big slides and other inflatables.  We got to see baby pigs race- they were too cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwcgZnyJ7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/HOkPhK3yQ80/s1600-h/PA063059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254606208193669042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwcgZnyJ7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/HOkPhK3yQ80/s320/PA063059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They fed goats, donkeys and baby cows (they were a very furry kind).  The day ended with the Hay Maze, and the much larger and very natural corn maze.  (it was neat,  but all of the mom's were on the lookout for creatures that might call the tall corn home) The maze took us to 'Marshmellow Moutain'- no there were no marshmellows,  just huge roles of hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwcgmqXikI/AAAAAAAAAbk/F6d0esGKqx8/s1600-h/PA073085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254606211694168642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwcgmqXikI/AAAAAAAAAbk/F6d0esGKqx8/s320/PA073085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       On top of Marshmellow Mountain.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was such a fun day at such a neat place.  We can't wait to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-8026296509903593808?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/8026296509903593808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=8026296509903593808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/8026296509903593808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/8026296509903593808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch-competition.html' title='Pumpkin patch competition!'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwcgJoGsjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/EBSDGsQLm3w/s72-c/PA063045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-7846170863165924803</id><published>2008-10-07T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:28:35.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with cousins</title><content type='html'>On Sunday,  we all met in Clanton (good 1/2 way point) at the Pumpkin Patch.  Like the Fair,  it is a money pit,  however sweet memories were made.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwZVO5u-VI/AAAAAAAAAak/sqRKa_Hz9ds/s1600-h/PA053008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254602717802723666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwZVO5u-VI/AAAAAAAAAak/sqRKa_Hz9ds/s320/PA053008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              Emily was sweet enough to ride the little tractors with Bennett and Madeline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwZVFf3lkI/AAAAAAAAAas/NNhJaW9Qfq4/s1600-h/PA053014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254602715278317122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwZVFf3lkI/AAAAAAAAAas/NNhJaW9Qfq4/s320/PA053014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group shots were much easier when the girls were all little, with 7 it's much more difficult.  As you can see,  you can't even see all 7.  That's ok,  we were just brushing up on our skills for the upcoming Christmas picture.  That is always an enjoyable and stressful photo shot.  (it's much easier when it's not your own children- seems to work better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwZVfRntqI/AAAAAAAAAa0/sc0bI1fOWAs/s1600-h/PA052996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254602722197878434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwZVfRntqI/AAAAAAAAAa0/sc0bI1fOWAs/s320/PA052996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           Aren't the sunflowers beautiful- it was worth the trip to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwZVneugfI/AAAAAAAAAa8/y90THfYXdYg/s1600-h/PA052976.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-7846170863165924803?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/7846170863165924803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=7846170863165924803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7846170863165924803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7846170863165924803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-with-cousins.html' title='A day with cousins'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SOwZVO5u-VI/AAAAAAAAAak/sqRKa_Hz9ds/s72-c/PA053008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-11635704492777552</id><published>2008-10-07T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:13:51.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Madeline</title><content type='html'>I get so caught up in behaviors that I find less than desireable with our sweet Madeline that I often forget how blessed we are that she is who she is.  This past Sunday,  as we were getting ready for church,  she asked me if there was going to be Communion since it was the first Sunday in October.  When I told her that it was Communion Sunday,  she said " even though I really want to see Ms Gayle in Children's Church,  I would like to go even more with you and Daddy to big church."  WOW!  What do you say to that, other than "of course we would love to have you with us sweetie?!?"  As we were sitting there,  when John (one of our Pastors) talked about those that needed prayer, she quickly got a prayer card out and began to compose the sweetest prayer for her baby cousin Matthew.  He will turn 1 tomorrow and will be having surgery some time in November.  I did not realize that she had been worried about this,  but apparently as I read her sweet prayer (which was much better than one I could write) I realized how concerned she is.  I am so proud of her,  and am again reminded that as frustrating as she can be at times,  she is a remarkable little girl.  We are truly blessed to have her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-11635704492777552?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/11635704492777552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=11635704492777552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/11635704492777552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/11635704492777552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-madeline.html' title='Sweet Madeline'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1107060477989068083</id><published>2008-09-27T22:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:25:41.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouth of babes....</title><content type='html'>Having just finished our weekly dinner at Chappy's with some of our family, Lee made an interesting discovery. We were engaged in a lengthy discussion about an extreme pediatrician here, and when he suddenly stopped me because he overheard the discussion in the backseat. He said "have you noticed that we are up here talking about children, and our children are in the backseat discussing the upcoming presidential election?" This may not be such an odd discovery until you realize that our sweet election enthusiasts are a mere 5 and 7!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-1107060477989068083?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/1107060477989068083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=1107060477989068083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1107060477989068083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1107060477989068083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/09/out-of-mouth-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouth of babes....'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-8524960190800345262</id><published>2008-09-23T11:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:18:07.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part II</title><content type='html'>this girl loves soccer. She is an awesome goalie. I don't think that one ball got in. I thought this shot was cool- she was throwing the ball out of her area or whatever it is called.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkQSQH8FDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YjB--FGNYHk/s1600-h/P9192846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249244746428978226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkQSQH8FDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YjB--FGNYHk/s200/P9192846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, with Sissy getting to play goalie so often, this just adds to Bennett's displeasure with the whole situation. We have tried to explain how quickly this time will pass, and that before he knows it, he too will be playing at this wonderful and magic level of soccer that gets to have goalies. Oh the horrors of being 5 with an older sister that gets to do much "cooler things than I do". Let me tell you, car rides home are fun after these games- they can seem to last for hours instead of just minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkQS-bC7EI/AAAAAAAAATE/mI7yJeFOMvc/s1600-h/P9192847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249244758857149506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkQS-bC7EI/AAAAAAAAATE/mI7yJeFOMvc/s200/P9192847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, once our games were all done, we dashed to birthday party number one. The camera had such a busy morning, we decided to let it rest before party number two. Party number 1 was for our sweet friend Abby who turned 2. Her older brother and sisters are Madeline and Bennett's best friends in the whole world, along with Lauren and Brett of course (they tell me this every single day)&lt;br /&gt;Party number 2 was for their cousins. Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; are also their favorite people on the planet. They secretly wish that they could all live in a big house together! Back to the party, it was a Pirate and Princess cooking party (great idea). They all got to make a pizza, which, since Food Network is one of their favorite channels(too bad I despise cooking) was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkQTSfYGZI/AAAAAAAAATM/GXmD76PDlTw/s1600-h/P9202850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249244764244023698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkQTSfYGZI/AAAAAAAAATM/GXmD76PDlTw/s200/P9202850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkQT9yn7FI/AAAAAAAAATU/YENSs6z4enI/s1600-h/P9202856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249244775867477074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkQT9yn7FI/AAAAAAAAATU/YENSs6z4enI/s200/P9202856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chef Bennett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkQUYpZu_I/AAAAAAAAATc/G14k0yTIF6s/s1600-h/P9202857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249244783076555762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkQUYpZu_I/AAAAAAAAATc/G14k0yTIF6s/s200/P9202857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chef Madeline&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the festivities were over, we went home a crashed for a delightful hour and then rushed off to a fun birthday dinner- with some very sleepy little Chefs! Do I even need to mention how well they slept! Mommy and Daddy got a much needed break, because they were asleep before there little heads hit their pillows. Oh what a day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-8524960190800345262?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/8524960190800345262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=8524960190800345262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/8524960190800345262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/8524960190800345262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/09/part-ii.html' title='Part II'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkQSQH8FDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YjB--FGNYHk/s72-c/P9192846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-4009497461827708119</id><published>2008-09-23T11:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:43:26.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aren't weekends supposed to be relaxing? (part 1)</title><content type='html'>Our day began with pictures, however we did not quite make them.  It's very hard to get a very grumpy 5 year old somewhere by 8, when he just won't cooperate.  ( added bonus-this got us out of the second set of pictures)  Next we had Bennett's game- of course at this age,  watching the little ones play is more for entertainment value.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkMw5EX-cI/AAAAAAAAASU/KU9NtwQDD80/s1600-h/P9192796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249240874769447362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkMw5EX-cI/AAAAAAAAASU/KU9NtwQDD80/s200/P9192796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkMxbzfd1I/AAAAAAAAASc/3UJt5r9Pz7I/s1600-h/P9192792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249240884093876050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkMxbzfd1I/AAAAAAAAASc/3UJt5r9Pz7I/s200/P9192792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spends a large portion of the game disgruntled because they can't have a goalee at this level. Still he attempts to guard his teams goal, as the rest of his team meanders down the field.  Did I mention how entertaining this is to watch?  This however is great pratcie for him when he moves to the next level, where the action picks up.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkMxqRMvOI/AAAAAAAAASk/epPZS2ULM1M/s1600-h/P9192797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249240887976574178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkMxqRMvOI/AAAAAAAAASk/epPZS2ULM1M/s200/P9192797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see,  Madeline really enjoys soccer.  She has told us that she is going to play soccer forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkMx8ymUvI/AAAAAAAAASs/VvfiWaewbaY/s1600-h/P9192822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249240892948501234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkMx8ymUvI/AAAAAAAAASs/VvfiWaewbaY/s200/P9192822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adding to the excitement of this age group, someone even managed to kick the ball over the fence (which is way over my head)  They all thought that was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkMyefybkI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Hdo0x3HSHVI/s1600-h/P9192833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249240901996408386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkMyefybkI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Hdo0x3HSHVI/s200/P9192833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More pictures in part 2 of our 'not relaxing' saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-4009497461827708119?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/4009497461827708119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=4009497461827708119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4009497461827708119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4009497461827708119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/09/arent-weekends-supposed-to-be-relaxing.html' title='aren&apos;t weekends supposed to be relaxing? (part 1)'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNkMw5EX-cI/AAAAAAAAASU/KU9NtwQDD80/s72-c/P9192796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-5528547774170349740</id><published>2008-09-22T13:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:53:31.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Wrap Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNfaqSprX4I/AAAAAAAAASM/-juTL649JT8/s1600-h/P9192779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248904310819610498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNfaqSprX4I/AAAAAAAAASM/-juTL649JT8/s400/P9192779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I so love to wrap presents and had a brilliant idea this weekend (at least I think so).  As much as I love gift bags,  they either get bent in storage and can't be used again,  or worse,  they are so cute that I do not want to part with them.  I saw these cute totes and it came to me, that for roughly the same cost (give or take)of a gift bag,  I could use these as the 'bag' and personalize them to make them more special for the recipient.  Now,  that is a great idea, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-5528547774170349740?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/5528547774170349740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=5528547774170349740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5528547774170349740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/5528547774170349740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/09/gift-wrap-idea.html' title='Gift Wrap Idea'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SNfaqSprX4I/AAAAAAAAASM/-juTL649JT8/s72-c/P9192779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3271623389101720879</id><published>2008-09-12T21:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:59:03.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;While it's no secret that I find dogs highly entertaining,  I always wonder how they learn to manipulate so well.  I mean,  who can resist this look.  How do they learn to do it so well,  managing to look like they are in the deepest despair.   Desperately seeking some doggy prozac.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SMsc--_v76I/AAAAAAAAASE/oJ6EfvjgafE/s1600-h/P9122774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245318059390922658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SMsc--_v76I/AAAAAAAAASE/oJ6EfvjgafE/s400/P9122774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;This look can leave just as quickly as it arrives, if we offer any attention.   Who says they aren't intelligent, when they can control their families with such perfection.  We are putty in their paws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SMscsOCBzOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5rKJ8P9Rogg/s1600-h/P9122756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245317737009499362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SMscsOCBzOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5rKJ8P9Rogg/s400/P9122756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SMscselIPTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3X5SZw16yeE/s1600-h/P9122773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245317741451689266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SMscselIPTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3X5SZw16yeE/s400/P9122773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-3271623389101720879?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3271623389101720879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3271623389101720879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3271623389101720879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3271623389101720879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/09/look.html' title='THE LOOK'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SMsc--_v76I/AAAAAAAAASE/oJ6EfvjgafE/s72-c/P9122774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1177676685822624760</id><published>2008-09-11T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:55:27.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So disappointed.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SMlbjvZqhKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1RDyYIK5o4o/s1600-h/P9082753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SMlbjvZqhKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1RDyYIK5o4o/s400/P9082753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I am all for rain,  and the good that it does for our drought,  but have you ever noticed that sometimes, rain comes at the most inconvienient times?  Aside from the obvious ways to make it rain,  like washing your car,  leaving your windows down,  planning an outside party, another sure fire way to encourage a sudden late summer, late afternoon thunderstorm (with amazing lighting) is to have a first soccer game of the season.  I am not sure that Madeline really cared all that much (although she doesn't look that happy) because she did get to be goalie for about 2 minutes- before that amazing bolt of cloud to ground lightening occured and we were all sent running to our cars.  Bennett on the other hand was less than impressed with the weather.  You see,  last season,  he name himself 'Soccer Monster' ( I am thinking this came from the Backyardigans),  and he was more than ready to unleash his talent.  Being 5, in his little mind he decided that if we really wanted him to be happy, that I could somehow magically make the rain and clouds vanish!  Unfortunately not possessing that special talent,  we had to reschedule the game,  and leave with one very disappointed little Soccer Monster.  Practice was rained out Tuesday,  so we are keeing our fingers crossed that we will have better luck Saturday.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-1177676685822624760?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/1177676685822624760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=1177676685822624760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1177676685822624760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1177676685822624760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-disappointed.html' title='So disappointed.........'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SMlbjvZqhKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1RDyYIK5o4o/s72-c/P9082753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1719817704900213440</id><published>2008-09-03T12:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:14:13.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SL7DH1v4TTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2_sATxL2QQg/s1600-h/P9012737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241841555760237874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SL7DH1v4TTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2_sATxL2QQg/s400/P9012737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Bennett got to bring George home with him. George is the classroom 'pet'. Each weekend he goes home with a different child and 'they' journal their adventures together. Bennett was lucky enough to get him for the long Labor day weekend. We tried to provide him with an action packed weekend. On Friday, we went to Bennett's favorite place, the Goo Goo carwash. We had dinner at another favorite, chappy's. Saturday they played in the backyard and the Biscuits game. Keeping up with him at a crowded game, proved to be very challenging for me. (life was much simpler in days of stroller use). Sunday, we let George kind of lay low, as he was very tired from the previous day. He napped while we went to church.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SL7DIRSFbiI/AAAAAAAAARA/RDESiL3Ngus/s1600-h/P9012738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241841563151461922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SL7DIRSFbiI/AAAAAAAAARA/RDESiL3Ngus/s400/P9012738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, we took a very exciting trip to the zoo. We let him visit with every single animal they have and then we had a very eventful train ride. We even got to experience it derailing and finally crashing into a tree. Nothing like a little danger to add some excitement to the day- who knew that would happen at the zoo. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SL7DIhsYFqI/AAAAAAAAARI/qza6RvzCmpA/s1600-h/P9012739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241841567556703906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SL7DIhsYFqI/AAAAAAAAARI/qza6RvzCmpA/s400/P9012739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, George had to go back to school to share his adventures with the class. Bennett was sad to see him go, so it has been requested that I 'try my hardest' to find George's long lost twin at Target and bring him home to live with us.  Ah,  the simple request of a 5 year old. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-1719817704900213440?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/1719817704900213440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=1719817704900213440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1719817704900213440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1719817704900213440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-with-george.html' title='Weekend with George'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SL7DH1v4TTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2_sATxL2QQg/s72-c/P9012737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3164937437223908499</id><published>2008-09-03T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:57:21.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SL7B8EjpS_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/BNYpYoBeL5I/s1600-h/P9032741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SL7B8EjpS_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/BNYpYoBeL5I/s400/P9032741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This was on our fence when we got home.  I have no idea what it is,  maybe some kind of moth.  Bennett really wants it to be a butterfly but I don' t think it is.  Debate aside,  it is still beautiful.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-3164937437223908499?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3164937437223908499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3164937437223908499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3164937437223908499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3164937437223908499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/09/visitor.html' title='The Visitor'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SL7B8EjpS_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/BNYpYoBeL5I/s72-c/P9032741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3231374994947718771</id><published>2008-08-27T19:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:59:36.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts while in carpool line..........</title><content type='html'>To have any chance at a spot closer than our house (which would be across Taylor Rd) I have to get there by 2:30.   By 2:50 I may as well have walked from our house,  but we don't, as this would be somewhat dangerous (crossing Taylor Rd) and Bennett's obvious displeasure with that possibility.  Truth be told,  he would really prefer if Madeline found her own transportation(anything not messing up his busy 5 yearold schedule).   This being said,  I have plenty of time to read and to people watch.  Which brings me to a lengthy observation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Montgomery has some really SPECIAL people.  Traffic is always trying,  as I am sure it is at any school that is in the middle of a neighborhood.  This has led school officials and the PTA to try to come up with a solution. (we have tried many things)  The current test, and by far the most reasonable is that everyone now has to enter the parking lot from the same direction.  (this prohibits all of the mommy's that want to shop until the last minute at Target or Eastchase from trying to cut in front of those of us that have been sitting in line for the last hour)  The city now has put a nice little sign, (for those parents that have chosen to ignore the schools message yesterday-everybody got a call)  as a 'gentle' reminder- that yes turning and forcing your way into line will get you a nice little ticket.  Needless to say, in the last 36 hours,  MPD has more than met their quota for the month.  It is somewhat amusing to watch this fine motorcyle cop to really not have to even try to write tickets-  they came to him.   He was not even trying to hide,  and one by one,  these highly intelligent people drive right on by this very noticeable sign,  and proceed to try to force their way into our line.  Even as the next in line saw the person in front being followed by this officer, they proceeded attempt the illegal turn as well( guess they thought that he was too busy to notice them sneaking in)  Needless to say,  at one point he had a line of cars awaiting their tickets.  It was kind of funny-highly entertaining.  Oh, and this morning was just as entertaining, but from a different vantage point.  He was getting people coming into the parking lot too fast (wonder what the speed limit is on school property by the way)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-3231374994947718771?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3231374994947718771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3231374994947718771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3231374994947718771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3231374994947718771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-while-in-carpool-line.html' title='Thoughts while in carpool line..........'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-4523536946661701104</id><published>2008-08-22T18:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:54:43.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival!</title><content type='html'>Well,  we survived the week.  It has been the longest week ever,  but we made it.  After an especially terrible Tuesday morning,  we had no tears Wednesday, yesterday or today.  Since it has been a while since she got really upset when we leave her,  this was really strange.  Thankfully,  I feel quite confident that we are done and once again she is loving school and being there.  So many people were praying for her to be happy at school,  I know that is why she has made such a huge improvement and feels so much better.&lt;br /&gt;I guess,  at any age,  it is painful to see your child cry 'real' tears.  Temper tantrums and fits are painful in a different way- as they make me wish that I was stranded on an island.&lt;br /&gt;And yes,  every day is an adventure.  Always new,  and always something to be learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-4523536946661701104?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/4523536946661701104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=4523536946661701104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4523536946661701104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4523536946661701104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/08/survival.html' title='Survival!'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-4981855644851537741</id><published>2008-08-18T17:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:47:32.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One day down,  174 to go!</title><content type='html'>Well, she made it through the day without calling.  There were tears of course,  but thankfully for her,  they were brief.    As for me,  I am definately in unchartered waters here,  because she has never ever been sad at school before.  It is so hard to leave her when she is sad.  It is definately going to be a  learning process for both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-4981855644851537741?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/4981855644851537741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=4981855644851537741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4981855644851537741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4981855644851537741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-day-down-174-to-go.html' title='One day down,  174 to go!'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-7127430096353455704</id><published>2008-08-18T14:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:34:49.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>Ok,  here goes...................&lt;br /&gt;1) Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2) Post the rules on your blog (copy and paste 1-6).&lt;br /&gt;3) Write 6 random things about yourself (see below).&lt;br /&gt;4) Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them.&lt;br /&gt;5) Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;6) Let the tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.When I was 4, I really wanted my name to be changed to Cinnamon.  When my best friend and I would play office,  my name was always Crystal Barber ( I have no idea where that came from)&lt;br /&gt;2.My grandparents owned a small department store, and I always thought that would have been a really cool thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;3.I think my dogs are hilarious. (o.k. so I'm easily ammused)&lt;br /&gt;4.It occured to me only recently that my children will be adults one day- sooner than I would like.&lt;br /&gt;5.I absolutely detest snakes.   I think that they are truly evil,  and wish they did not exist.  Would you like me to tell you how I really feel !?!&lt;br /&gt;6.I worked at Pier One in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm done! Now it's your turn.&lt;br /&gt;Carianne, Ginger, Lauren, Lori, Robyn, Suzanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-7127430096353455704?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/7127430096353455704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=7127430096353455704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7127430096353455704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7127430096353455704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1933441344216558624</id><published>2008-08-12T22:44:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:27:42.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Big 2nd Grader</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;It seems like &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SKJLfP1n4JI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6S04xCM5ZJE/s1600-h/P8102638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233828717157408914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="328" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SKJLfP1n4JI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6S04xCM5ZJE/s320/P8102638.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;only yesterday we were thinking about sending her to MMO and now she is in 2nd grade. I can remember being told all the time, when she was a baby- well actually even before she was born- that we should really cherish these days because they will fly by. Let me tell you, truer words were never spoken. It is going by so fast, I think if I blink, I will miss it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;She has always been somewhat independent, and as my grandmother always said, she has an 'old soul'. I remember, even as a baby, we could have conversations- no I am not saying that she could talk to me from the beginning- but I really felt like she understood. Of course that could just also be delusions of a first time and very sleep deprived mommy. We certainly spent many, many wakeful hours together. :) Rarely, if ever, did she ever mispronounce words when she did began to talk. This maybe why we have not jumped to correct Bennett as his speech has matured over the years- because he does have his own language- and it's fun. He has always seemed more like a baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When she entered kindergarten - still at our church- it did not feel like that much of a transition to me. Last fall, was my first realization that she was growing up, before it was just me being little sad on her birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;Now, of course, she looks forward to the next birthday as soon as one passes. I have been reminded of how important half birthdays are as well. Anytime she hears someone ask how old she is- she is quick to add the half. (I guess not knowing fractions yet- she doesn't realize that now she is up to 7 3/4- I won't tell her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How quickly we have arrived to the first week of 2nd grade, and how quickly it is passing! Good thing there are 35 more. She has a fabulous &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233828728803988386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" height="361" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SKJLf7OYk6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/vodqX6PYKSg/s320/P8102646.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;teacher, and for that, we feel truly blessed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-1933441344216558624?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/1933441344216558624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=1933441344216558624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1933441344216558624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1933441344216558624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-big-2nd-grader.html' title='Our Big 2nd Grader'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SKJLfP1n4JI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6S04xCM5ZJE/s72-c/P8102638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-4932990334061461298</id><published>2008-08-12T17:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:30:01.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifewithsomemurrays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pyzamstuff.com/family_images/c/cf/4c235912fe0965d2586b0d29945555.png" border="0" alt="Pyzam Family Sticker Toy" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Create your own family sticker graphic at pYzam.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIxODU3NjU*ODE3OCZwdD*xMjE4NTc2NTgzNjE1JnA9MzkwMSZkPWZsYXNodG95cyZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*x.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-4932990334061461298?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/4932990334061461298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=4932990334061461298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4932990334061461298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4932990334061461298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/08/lifewithsomemurrays.html' title='Lifewithsomemurrays'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1711482287742993274</id><published>2008-07-31T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:25:11.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>um, who is this small</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJIfp3sc8eI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NIwOcVUGmGQ/s1600-h/P7312612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJIfp3sc8eI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NIwOcVUGmGQ/s400/P7312612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Every time we come to Shakespeare, Bennett makes sure that we always stop by the gardens.  He absolutely loves to climb in and out of this window.  We always spend quite a while in this particular spot.    As you can imagine, we have a multitude of pictures taken here over the years.  It's fun to compare them, and see that at one time he was small enough to stand in the window and not touch the top.  And now of course, instead of waiting for Mommy to help him down, we like to fly from the window,  just like Batman would do!  No simple or safe exits here!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-1711482287742993274?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/1711482287742993274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=1711482287742993274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1711482287742993274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1711482287742993274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-who-is-this-small.html' title='um, who is this small'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJIfp3sc8eI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NIwOcVUGmGQ/s72-c/P7312612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3866968271111259579</id><published>2008-07-31T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:16:30.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture is worth a thousand words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJIdnWSEJbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/n7Cv1tjEytk/s1600-h/P7312599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJIdnWSEJbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/n7Cv1tjEytk/s400/P7312599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-3866968271111259579?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3866968271111259579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3866968271111259579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3866968271111259579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3866968271111259579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A picture is worth a thousand words.'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJIdnWSEJbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/n7Cv1tjEytk/s72-c/P7312599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-1642262510836873366</id><published>2008-07-30T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:50:59.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how she rolls.....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJC3Ih_BO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7zuLmSZ2Dgs/s1600-h/P7292543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228880524566674354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJC3Ih_BO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7zuLmSZ2Dgs/s320/P7292543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madeline has been begging me forever to release her from the perceived tragedy of being forced to have shorter-than-she-would-like hair.  We have recently arrived at some common ground.  That is as long as she doesn't wear it this way out of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJC3JOsXpOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WNCjV10Mx7Y/s1600-h/P7292544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228880536568046818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJC3JOsXpOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WNCjV10Mx7Y/s320/P7292544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJC3JSiwnlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FbpSl9iTBOU/s1600-h/P7292545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228880537601482322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJC3JSiwnlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FbpSl9iTBOU/s320/P7292545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJC3J3jsilI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SoLHk6TzJao/s1600-h/P7292546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228880547537521234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJC3J3jsilI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SoLHk6TzJao/s320/P7292546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-1642262510836873366?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/1642262510836873366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=1642262510836873366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1642262510836873366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/1642262510836873366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-how-she-rolls.html' title='this is how she rolls.....................'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJC3Ih_BO7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7zuLmSZ2Dgs/s72-c/P7292543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-2263969988803040200</id><published>2008-07-30T14:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:33:54.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>guess she wanted a snack?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJCy4IWFSBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GjUwLFP5Z9s/s1600-h/P7302556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875844759668754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJCy4IWFSBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GjUwLFP5Z9s/s320/P7302556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJCy4j0Ct3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/jDVbyK5IaD0/s1600-h/P7302554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228875852133087090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJCy4j0Ct3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/jDVbyK5IaD0/s320/P7302554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I guess that we had something really appealing on the counter because this is what we found..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we should feed Gracie more often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-2263969988803040200?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/2263969988803040200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=2263969988803040200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/2263969988803040200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/2263969988803040200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/07/guess-she-wanted-snack.html' title='guess she wanted a snack?'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SJCy4IWFSBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GjUwLFP5Z9s/s72-c/P7302556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-8398970321866786076</id><published>2008-07-25T11:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:42:04.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the many moods.....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIny3a0G8bI/AAAAAAAAADU/FA0dUQ5YRq0/s1600-h/P7162515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226975876444778930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIny3a0G8bI/AAAAAAAAADU/FA0dUQ5YRq0/s320/P7162515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIny3lXedKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Fv31klCepIU/s1600-h/P6202412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226975879277474978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIny3lXedKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Fv31klCepIU/s320/P6202412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIny4MpZbEI/AAAAAAAAADk/qtgXBITqntI/s1600-h/P6202408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226975889821625410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIny4MpZbEI/AAAAAAAAADk/qtgXBITqntI/s320/P6202408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIny4b-4qBI/AAAAAAAAADs/gKtUkSN7A_k/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226975893938284562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIny4b-4qBI/AAAAAAAAADs/gKtUkSN7A_k/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIny4rhPMcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KBknbcvowi4/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226975898108899778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIny4rhPMcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KBknbcvowi4/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure at what ages horomones start to hold a seemingly angelic little girl captive but I am quite sure that they might just be darkening our doorway.  If child actresses did not turn out to be like Britney, Paris and Lindsay,  I might just get her an agent.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama, drama, drama..........now I need a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-8398970321866786076?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/8398970321866786076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=8398970321866786076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/8398970321866786076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/8398970321866786076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/07/many-moods.html' title='the many moods.....................'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIny3a0G8bI/AAAAAAAAADU/FA0dUQ5YRq0/s72-c/P7162515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-7328835765538051766</id><published>2008-07-20T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:33:50.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the end of the day, there is love............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPmqoInB6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/AEx4YvelXrc/s1600-h/P7162516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225273612682332066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPmqoInB6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/AEx4YvelXrc/s400/P7162516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...............however,  most days start off with a great deal of antagonizing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPmq4hRTfI/AAAAAAAAADE/qdz0FE-U4fg/s1600-h/P6202404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225273617080733170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPmq4hRTfI/AAAAAAAAADE/qdz0FE-U4fg/s400/P6202404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     and being really silly.    And finally,  some love.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPmrSh83dI/AAAAAAAAADM/YZ7o7rA3Z2E/s1600-h/P7162518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225273624062909906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPmrSh83dI/AAAAAAAAADM/YZ7o7rA3Z2E/s400/P7162518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-7328835765538051766?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/7328835765538051766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=7328835765538051766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7328835765538051766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7328835765538051766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-end-of-day-there-is-love.html' title='At the end of the day, there is love............'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPmqoInB6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/AEx4YvelXrc/s72-c/P7162516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-4611174290829665564</id><published>2008-07-20T21:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:19:31.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping my Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPjJULgdBI/AAAAAAAAACs/6VFfC69oDKk/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPjJULgdBI/AAAAAAAAACs/6VFfC69oDKk/s400/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So it has taken a lot of convincing and a little hands on experience to make Bennett understand that Lee is actually not playing for the Biscuits. A little disappointed at first, Bennett has discovered the perks of taking care of the field. He thinks it's pretty cool to be on the field- even if it's not to play baseball. He loves to help his Daddy any time he will let him.  They make a great team! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-4611174290829665564?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/4611174290829665564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=4611174290829665564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4611174290829665564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4611174290829665564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/07/helping-my-daddy.html' title='Helping my Daddy'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPjJULgdBI/AAAAAAAAACs/6VFfC69oDKk/s72-c/100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3133421897791005711</id><published>2008-07-20T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:08:37.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathtaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPhlFQeJDI/AAAAAAAAACk/SIULmBhmXyE/s1600-h/P6202415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPhlFQeJDI/AAAAAAAAACk/SIULmBhmXyE/s400/P6202415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were treated to this amazing sunset at Daddy's 10th 'birthday' celebration a few weeks ago.  I think it was a reminder to us -as we were celebrating his remarkable healing on the 10th anniversary of his transplant-  that God is good all  the time,  even in the midst of our trials and we think we have been forgotten.  He is always with us and if you need a visual reminder,  just look at that sunset!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-3133421897791005711?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3133421897791005711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3133421897791005711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3133421897791005711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3133421897791005711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/07/breathtaking.html' title='Breathtaking'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPhlFQeJDI/AAAAAAAAACk/SIULmBhmXyE/s72-c/P6202415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-4283676945452383774</id><published>2008-07-20T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:00:09.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blossom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPfmR1xsgI/AAAAAAAAACc/ALUuH3rYwYk/s1600-h/P6202406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPfmR1xsgI/AAAAAAAAACc/ALUuH3rYwYk/s400/P6202406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Madeline is really loosing any resemblance of a little girl,  which I am sure that she would be delighted to hear.  She is growing up too fast for us.  Last week at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; a friend of mine said that she and her husband were raising their twelve year old daughter to be a little girl as long as possible.   I think in this world of little girls trying to grow up so fast,  that is a wonderful concept.  Lee and I are certainly going to strive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;towards&lt;/span&gt; that with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ours&lt;/span&gt;.   Now, if only we can get Miss Madeline to agree........................&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-4283676945452383774?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/4283676945452383774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=4283676945452383774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4283676945452383774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4283676945452383774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/07/blossom.html' title='Blossom'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SIPfmR1xsgI/AAAAAAAAACc/ALUuH3rYwYk/s72-c/P6202406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-7666589065988761674</id><published>2008-07-17T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:08:52.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating sure is fun, but I am so not letting go of this wall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SH-04-8DHNI/AAAAAAAAACU/eP5S3Z3Nse0/s1600-h/P7162520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SH-04-8DHNI/AAAAAAAAACU/eP5S3Z3Nse0/s400/P7162520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So we went to an ice skating birthday party yesterday.  With some gentle persuasion,  Madeline went right out.  However,  Bennett , who is normally our daredevil decided that he would just inch along the wall.  He says he loved it though,  and would like for us to go every day.  Go figure................&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-7666589065988761674?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/7666589065988761674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=7666589065988761674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7666589065988761674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7666589065988761674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/07/ice-skating-sure-is-fun-but-i-am-so-not.html' title='Ice Skating sure is fun, but I am so not letting go of this wall!'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SH-04-8DHNI/AAAAAAAAACU/eP5S3Z3Nse0/s72-c/P7162520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-4706689494670439136</id><published>2008-07-17T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:42:14.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the crackers, I'll take them to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SH-glR4JGPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QPKWXyXFIiE/s1600-h/P7162473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SH-glR4JGPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QPKWXyXFIiE/s400/P7162473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter never ceases to make me laugh.  (I guess maybe I have too much time on my hands) He frequently opens the pantry and selects what he wants, despite my best efforts to stop him and then waits by the patio doors.  Today it happened to be an entire unopened package of Ritz crackers.  I guess I should be happy though,  he is well trained enough to know - he'll have to take his snack outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-4706689494670439136?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/4706689494670439136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=4706689494670439136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4706689494670439136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/4706689494670439136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-for-crackers-ill-take-them-to-go.html' title='Thanks for the crackers, I&apos;ll take them to go!'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SH-glR4JGPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QPKWXyXFIiE/s72-c/P7162473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-3251179352660892407</id><published>2008-06-18T22:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:47:39.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone,  my baby is 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SFnGJc8hI3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YCEl-BKpOh8/s1600-h/ministries_children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213415909349204850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SFnGJc8hI3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YCEl-BKpOh8/s320/ministries_children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was just on our church website to register for Bible school and I came across this picture of Bennett on it.  I  have no idea when it was taken,  but he looks so little.  I know, I know he is still little,  but he is 5.  For a whole week he has been 5.  This day came so fast, I did not even plan a birthday party for him (well at least not one with his friends)  I remain frozen in a state of bittersweet shock.  I love that he is pretty much self sufficient at this age.  It's  just that it seems like yesterday he was born,  this tiny, perfect little gift that completely entranced us.  Everything is going by so fast,  all of his firsts.    How well I remember all of Madeline's firsts,  but Bennett has faded into that all too familiar second child area.  So many things I was too busy to write down.  So here we are at 5,  and I am blogging................&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/2333333544968823371-3251179352660892407?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/3251179352660892407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=3251179352660892407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3251179352660892407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/3251179352660892407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-has-time-gone-my-baby-is-5.html' title='Where has the time gone,  my baby is 5!'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SFnGJc8hI3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YCEl-BKpOh8/s72-c/ministries_children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-8838128723755970975</id><published>2008-05-24T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:23:35.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SDiVZg7nrII/AAAAAAAAAAM/qCFYlHKof6w/s1600-h/from+other+computer+423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SDiVZg7nrII/AAAAAAAAAAM/qCFYlHKof6w/s320/from+other+computer+423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this picture.  It is hard to believe that it has already been 2 years since it was taken.  They are all getting so big, so fast.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-8838128723755970975?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/8838128723755970975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=8838128723755970975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/8838128723755970975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/8838128723755970975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/05/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHU4xLkrdzg/SDiVZg7nrII/AAAAAAAAAAM/qCFYlHKof6w/s72-c/from+other+computer+423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-6559571851847085277</id><published>2008-05-21T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:50:17.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things unseen</title><content type='html'>I just read this on Katherine's caring bridge site and thought it was pretty cool:&lt;br /&gt;Questioning God?  He made the brain cells that you think with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-6559571851847085277?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/6559571851847085277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=6559571851847085277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/6559571851847085277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/6559571851847085277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-unseen.html' title='things unseen'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333333544968823371.post-7113146492107087217</id><published>2008-05-03T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:56:55.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am thinking</title><content type='html'>So I am new to this whole blogging thing.  I know, I know,  everybody has been doing it forever,  I just have never felt the need until now.  Our life is pretty crazy, or so it seems at times.  The munchkins are growing so fast.  Mostly they are so much fun,  and there are so many moments that I wish I could freeze forever. Then there are moments that I wondered how people ever survive with big families.  Sometimes I am absolutely amazed at all they take in and notice.  They are always watching.  I can't believe that Bennett is about to turn 5.  How time has flown.  It's funny they want to be so big,  Madeline is so excited about being 7 1/2.  I just want to keep them little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333333544968823371-7113146492107087217?l=lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/feeds/7113146492107087217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333333544968823371&amp;postID=7113146492107087217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7113146492107087217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333333544968823371/posts/default/7113146492107087217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsomemurrays.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-am-thinking.html' title='What I am thinking'/><author><name>Amy Murray</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114350630075157662781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zhfmVPwthqg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/boEKXjh1kUs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
