<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 05:40:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Marla's Musings &amp; Mutterings</title><description></description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-7715289690852973129</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 11:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T13:26:10.749+02:00</atom:updated><title>Not sure about this one....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SfBQBQujj9I/AAAAAAAAAko/VI-DkbdgZuI/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SfBQBQujj9I/AAAAAAAAAko/VI-DkbdgZuI/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327846341779623890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara got a new haircut and she looks as beautiful as ever. When she came home from school I asked her if anyone noticed her new hair style and she said, "yes, 3 boys like me now." Hmmmm, maybe the old hairstyle wasn't so bad after all....she is growing up so fast....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-7715289690852973129?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-sure-about-this-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SfBQBQujj9I/AAAAAAAAAko/VI-DkbdgZuI/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-6593150107226066174</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 10:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T13:17:58.224+02:00</atom:updated><title>8 men in 8 hours</title><description>It took 8 men exactly 8 hours to pack and load everything we have accumulated over the past 18 or so years. It takes a lot of preparation, planning and organizing to prepare for such a big move. I spent days and days getting everything ready. I wanted to get more done than I did, but it's too late now. It's packed...dust, dirt, and all. It's always a huge relief once the house is finally packed and done. But at the same time it's a very strange feeling knowing that everything you own is in someone else's possession. All we have now is what will fit in a suitcase. Now we pray that it all actually arrives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, Matt &amp; Alex are living on what the military refers to as 'loaner furniture'. It's nothing special, but serves the purpose. They will have quite the little bachelor pad for the next several weeks. But they have all the essentials....in other words, a computer, TV, X-BOX, bed, couch, chair....What more could a guy want, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SfBM86c4y_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/WA9uUEh52kU/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SfBM86c4y_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/WA9uUEh52kU/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327842968545577970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, she fits, so why not????? Would make for a much quieter and easier flight to Oklahoma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SfBM8lTVaDI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8xzCKujDqjU/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SfBM8lTVaDI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8xzCKujDqjU/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327842962868365362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SfBM8myvpNI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0oAk0rubRsg/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SfBM8myvpNI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0oAk0rubRsg/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327842963268543698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying that the dark, cloudy skies go away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SfBM8bB38yI/AAAAAAAAAkI/fJ159HOA7rg/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SfBM8bB38yI/AAAAAAAAAkI/fJ159HOA7rg/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327842960110777122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck #2...They sealed the last crate literally minutes before it started to rain!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-6593150107226066174?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2009/04/8-men-in-8-hours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SfBM86c4y_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/WA9uUEh52kU/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-2227820225604524226</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 06:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-18T08:46:31.633+02:00</atom:updated><title>One week from today....</title><description>It's hard to believe I leave Italy in just one week. It is a day I have looked forward to for many, many months. I'm still very happy that we are finally moving back to the states, but moving is always difficult, no matter the circumstances. Certainly the physical aspects of moving requires A LOT of work....even though we have people come in and pack our house for us, there is still much to do to prepare....but for me, the hardest part of any move is saying goodbye to dear friends. It never gets any easier. We have many close friends here that have been like our family...we share holidays, vacations, cookouts...our kids hang out together, play sports together, have sleepovers....we go to church and PWOC together....we take road trips, we talk about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, share stories, laughs...tears. Oh, and the wine...nothing brings friends together like a glass of wine in Italy. It's true, I hear that wine just isn't the same once you leave Italy (I'll let you know once I leave). So yes, I'm still very excited about leaving Naples, but I'm already getting that pit in my stomach about saying goodbye to friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-2227820225604524226?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-week-from-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-2464127632589122497</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-12T22:59:33.685+02:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Easter!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SeJQEqcktEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/abkUBSyaWRQ/s1600-h/587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SeJQEqcktEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/abkUBSyaWRQ/s400/587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905750549181506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is this....Hannah and her baby had matching dresses!!!  Thanks Meg &amp; Willow for the adorable dress you gave Hannah at her baby shower last summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SeJQEhGciSI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ZwzWsvYZTUs/s1600-h/610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SeJQEhGciSI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ZwzWsvYZTUs/s400/610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905748040452386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SeJQEOP8kOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/uViRpgbszLQ/s1600-h/599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SeJQEOP8kOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/uViRpgbszLQ/s400/599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905742980026594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two pictures were completely staged.  I was trying to convince Hannah to hold the basket for a picture, but she wouldn't cooperate.  So Tara was showing her how to do it and I quickly snapped a picture of Tara holding the basket.  It ended up being one of the better pictures of Tara.  After Tara showed her what to do Hannah was ready to pose and smile!  She even posed for a picture when we took her outside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SeJQDwCZTgI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ubALUcoUzec/s1600-h/619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SeJQDwCZTgI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ubALUcoUzec/s400/619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905734870126082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and her mommy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SeJQEyELE8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/MDR2psHygm4/s1600-h/591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SeJQEyELE8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/MDR2psHygm4/s400/591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905752594322370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when your good friend (TINA) gives your 2 year old candy right after church.  THANKS TINA!!  As you can tell, Hannah wasn't complaining.  She loves her miss Tina!!  It's also really windy so Hannah's pig tails are flying away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-2464127632589122497?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SeJQEqcktEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/abkUBSyaWRQ/s72-c/587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-1927466410138804197</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 20:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-06T23:18:04.005+02:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Spring!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/Sdpws0fWpKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/OGjkmvi-dWI/s1600-h/DSC_8182+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/Sdpws0fWpKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/OGjkmvi-dWI/s400/DSC_8182+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321689824998368418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdpwsoptRlI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KPu4pGOvOiw/s1600-h/DSC_8201+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdpwsoptRlI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KPu4pGOvOiw/s400/DSC_8201+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321689821820569170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdpwsbdEWSI/AAAAAAAAAjI/vRnwwbOqIs8/s1600-h/DSC_8215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdpwsbdEWSI/AAAAAAAAAjI/vRnwwbOqIs8/s400/DSC_8215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321689818277894434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdpwsEVyKkI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qu2Ozm6crhg/s1600-h/DSC_8221+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdpwsEVyKkI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qu2Ozm6crhg/s400/DSC_8221+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321689812073327170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/Sdpwr5D-jRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/4bjTN399wGE/s1600-h/DSC_8229+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/Sdpwr5D-jRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/4bjTN399wGE/s400/DSC_8229+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321689809045851410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-1927466410138804197?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-spring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/Sdpws0fWpKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/OGjkmvi-dWI/s72-c/DSC_8182+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-973635996707813157</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-05T19:28:17.589+02:00</atom:updated><title>Hannah Turns Two!!</title><description>Yesterday (April 4) was Hannah's 2nd birthday. I'm absolutely certain she is one of the cutest two year olds I have ever seen (along with her big brother and sister). Ok, so I know I'm a bit biased and all since I'm her mommy, but if you could see her smile and hear her giggle I'm sure you would agree. She has the sweetest personality and she is so loving, happy, energetic and full of life. It's going to be a fun year and I'm going to treasure every day of it....as I'm also absolutely certain that she will grow up (along with her big brother and sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdjjCetT7SI/AAAAAAAAAhk/IYoDW3v0qNY/s1600-h/587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdjjCetT7SI/AAAAAAAAAhk/IYoDW3v0qNY/s400/587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321252591480597794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah loves Elmo, so naturally we had to have an Elmo birthday party!  She is already in that stage of wanting to do everything for herself...so this is her attempt at putting on her birthday hat.&lt;br /&gt;(You can see signs on our door that say '40' and 'old'...those were for my friend, Allison, who turns 40 on Monday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdjpVwEhPhI/AAAAAAAAAiE/O9fX4BcnxKA/s1600-h/590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdjpVwEhPhI/AAAAAAAAAiE/O9fX4BcnxKA/s400/590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321259519628623378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah liked us singing the Happy Birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdjoONKuz3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/wLnyV7n6px8/s1600-h/611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdjoONKuz3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/wLnyV7n6px8/s320/611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321258290488725362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdjoNxjf2yI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ZggdPCIiT0M/s1600-h/610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdjoNxjf2yI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ZggdPCIiT0M/s320/610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321258283076410146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish Hannah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-973635996707813157?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2009/04/hannah-turns-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SdjjCetT7SI/AAAAAAAAAhk/IYoDW3v0qNY/s72-c/587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-1690632969578328413</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 07:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-05T19:10:25.263+02:00</atom:updated><title>Moving Soon</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SbDUEP45T_I/AAAAAAAAAhc/cn51v7pmiXU/s1600-h/army+retired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SbDUEP45T_I/AAAAAAAAAhc/cn51v7pmiXU/s400/army+retired.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309977130119548914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is retiring from the army, so for the first time in 20 years WE actually get to choose where we are going to live. We are finding this difficult and actually sort of miss not having that part of our lives planned for us. Matt is applying for civilian jobs in many different states, but our preference is the Midwest...something close to our families in Oklahoma. His military experience and background would be the civilian equivalent of a Human Resource Manager, so he has lots of options. His focus right now is on government jobs, primarily doing exactly what he does in the army only as a civilian (and without the stress of deploying to Iraq or Afghanistan for 16 months at a time). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to Oklahoma in April (with Hannah and Tara) and Matt and Alex will return in June. I guess if he doesn't have a job by then we will just have to pick a location and hope and pray for the job to come soon after. The security of the military retirement pay is reassuring, but we certainly can't live on that alone. I can also go back to teaching...I'm a special education teacher and there are usually openings in schools for those positions. I had hoped to stay home with Hannah for one more year, but am realizing it might not be possible. We are all so ready to get back to the states and get settled. The army has been a great career for Matt and we have lived in some great places, but it will be so nice to live in one place for longer than 3 years. After living in Europe for 9 years we are ready to travel in other parts of the world (like maybe a return trip to China!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-1690632969578328413?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-soon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SbDUEP45T_I/AAAAAAAAAhc/cn51v7pmiXU/s72-c/army+retired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-3676419564957185710</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-08T21:09:05.616+01:00</atom:updated><title>Say Cheese</title><description>Hannah is definitely at the stage of life where she would much rather be holding the camera instead of posing for the camera. I often have to take 10 pictures to try and get one good one (maybe that's why she doesn't like having her picture taken). Anyway, on Chinese New Year I put one of her Chinese outfits on her and we all made a big deal over her and the outfit...."Oh, Hannah you look &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;!" She basked in the attention, but still wouldn't really cooperate for a picture. Then the next day she saw the same outfit laying out and she brought it to me and wanted me to put in on her. She immediately started walking around saying "Cheese!" I knew that meant she wanted her picture taken, so I nearly broke my leg trying to get to the camera as quickly as possible! She is just too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SY8dZhh-WdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pfUrlaoubnQ/s1600-h/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SY8dZhh-WdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pfUrlaoubnQ/s400/160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300487610773166546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SY8dZVKfbPI/AAAAAAAAAg8/DAwH_etechI/s1600-h/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SY8dZVKfbPI/AAAAAAAAAg8/DAwH_etechI/s400/159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300487607453445362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get her to smile I usually tell her to 'show me your teeth.' So this is her doing just that...literally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-3676419564957185710?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-cheese.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SY8dZhh-WdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pfUrlaoubnQ/s72-c/160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-3674735996981264017</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-02T07:00:20.558+01:00</atom:updated><title>What happened to January?</title><description>I can't believe it's already February 1st. January went by in a blur for me. I suppose that is what happens when you take the month off from your normal responsibilities and live the life of a carefree 20 year old. My niece, Emily, was here visiting and I took the month off from being a wife, mom, and overall responsible adult so that I could travel with her. Well, not that's not entirely true, but my wonderful hubby did agree to let me travel without him and the kids (lots less money, headache and hassle). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out with 3 days in Venice...including New Year's Eve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYJCwiKnhI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ANDAdyR5PMg/s1600-h/venice+with+emily+177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYJCwiKnhI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ANDAdyR5PMg/s400/venice+with+emily+177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297931954640559634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYaKwzaz0GI/AAAAAAAAAgc/jLfY_A6bekw/s1600-h/venice+with+emily+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYaKwzaz0GI/AAAAAAAAAgc/jLfY_A6bekw/s400/venice+with+emily+119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298074582688976994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Rome for a weekend. Ok, so my hair really didn't look THAT bad, it was just super windy. Oh, and we got to see the Pope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYLrQOPcmI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Crtre0k5Nv8/s1600-h/239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYLrQOPcmI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Crtre0k5Nv8/s400/239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297934849364947554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYaLt8WmnCI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rXg9LYSt2rI/s1600-h/287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYaLt8WmnCI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rXg9LYSt2rI/s400/287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298075633059273762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Naples, we took a day trip to Pompeii. And even took Tara and Hannah along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYMTA3Eu3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/A1-RTkpSLRE/s1600-h/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYMTA3Eu3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/A1-RTkpSLRE/s400/136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297935532436011890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then another day trip to the Amalfie Coast, with Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYNIRczxaI/AAAAAAAAAfs/z-ofiTDxzm8/s1600-h/378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYNIRczxaI/AAAAAAAAAfs/z-ofiTDxzm8/s400/378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297936447422317986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for our annual trip to Garmisch, Germany. This time we took the whole family! We had a great time. Matt, Tara and Emily skied, Alex snowboarded, and me and Hannah just relaxed and enjoyed the snow. Well, Hannah didn't really enjoy the snow so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYSq0gK34I/AAAAAAAAAgM/Havu-fG_kGg/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYSq0gK34I/AAAAAAAAAgM/Havu-fG_kGg/s400/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297942538505346946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYXs-kLywI/AAAAAAAAAgU/AexLNsqZeys/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYXs-kLywI/AAAAAAAAAgU/AexLNsqZeys/s400/DSC02059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297948073124416258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Germany, Emily and I took another day trip to Innsbruck, Austria....home of the famous Swarovski crystal (among many other fascinating sights). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYQCna20HI/AAAAAAAAAf8/vK3hBQVNRKM/s1600-h/DSC02132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYQCna20HI/AAAAAAAAAf8/vK3hBQVNRKM/s400/DSC02132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297939648775377010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week in Garmisch, we returned back to Naples and then Emily and I took another day trip to downtown Naples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYRP8kuLMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/_aiU7BNT4xc/s1600-h/DSC02207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYRP8kuLMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/_aiU7BNT4xc/s400/DSC02207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297940977303825602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that explains why I'm so behind on posting on my blog. It's hard to keep up with everything when your traveling the world. Now I'm back to the realities of my life and trying to catch up on all that I neglected for the past month. But I had a great time and owe Matt a huge thanks for being both mom and dad while I was out and about. And thanks to Emily for being a great travel partner. I had so much fun and the memories (and the pictures!!) will last a lifetime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-3674735996981264017?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-happened-to-january.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SYYJCwiKnhI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ANDAdyR5PMg/s72-c/venice+with+emily+177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-2360389553906455475</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-26T22:14:06.616+01:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Chinese New Year!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SX4nZsNxCtI/AAAAAAAAAfE/XAhw-rkr2yw/s1600-h/323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SX4nZsNxCtI/AAAAAAAAAfE/XAhw-rkr2yw/s400/323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295713534153394898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SX4lV2eITGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/moqBDE0ZWcY/s1600-h/happy-chinese-new-year.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SX4lV2eITGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/moqBDE0ZWcY/s400/happy-chinese-new-year.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295711269163650146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-2360389553906455475?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SX4nZsNxCtI/AAAAAAAAAfE/XAhw-rkr2yw/s72-c/323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-4351701482904893694</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-26T15:27:38.826+01:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas Eve</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVTih72yiII/AAAAAAAAAec/Dm58-0E47ok/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVTih72yiII/AAAAAAAAAec/Dm58-0E47ok/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284097335443490946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVTihrgfzCI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5BADERc3njU/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVTihrgfzCI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5BADERc3njU/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284097331055021090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVTihX7IfkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/mOJruZT_zQE/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVTihX7IfkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/mOJruZT_zQE/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284097325798030914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVTigtSblaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NA-XbW-75M8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVTigtSblaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NA-XbW-75M8/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284097314353026466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVTigbpTrsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3BEicR5tDnY/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVTigbpTrsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3BEicR5tDnY/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284097309617139394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-4351701482904893694?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-dressed-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVTih72yiII/AAAAAAAAAec/Dm58-0E47ok/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-6002250470275003243</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 20:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-22T22:23:52.089+01:00</atom:updated><title>No snow and ice here!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVAAedtbQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/fAqmFVJ1ywY/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVAAedtbQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/fAqmFVJ1ywY/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282722886276826082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much I love about Naples. But 60 degree temperatures with bright sunshine in the middle of December is one thing I do love. Especially when nearly everyone I know is shoveling snow and ice right now and enduring below freezing temps. Hannah played outside today on her "bike" and I actually (sort of) got her to cooperate when I took her picture. This is getting harder and harder to do. All she wants is to hold the camera, not pose in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVAFKi5RxtI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8oYg8ZHtFXA/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVAFKi5RxtI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8oYg8ZHtFXA/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282728041629468370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-6002250470275003243?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-snow-and-ice-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SVAAedtbQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/fAqmFVJ1ywY/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-7706442120162697823</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 12:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-18T14:11:36.972+01:00</atom:updated><title>Scared of Santa...and others....</title><description>Hannah was just a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; scared of Santa...by &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; I mean she screamed, clung to Matt for dear life, and would not even look at him let alone sit on his lap...and that's quite normal. Most babies are scared of a fat man with a white beard and bright red clothes (even some moms are a little frightened by the creepy Santas, right Portia?) But being the good mommy that I am, I took the picture anyway. It's always a great conversation piece for when they are older. I have both Alex &amp; Tara's screaming Santa pictures, so I had to have one of Hannah also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SUpLZBeZrLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5LwMlPw3iEQ/s1600-h/230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SUpLZBeZrLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5LwMlPw3iEQ/s400/230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281116406310087858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Santa fear I get, but explain this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was standing in the long line at the bank and Hannah was sitting in the little toy section they have in the bank lobby. She could see me perfectly and she was quite content sitting there playing while I waited. The place was crowded with lots of people coming and going. Then this little old lady walked in and sat down in a chair next to where Hannah was playing, but the lady didn't look at Hannah or talk to her. Hannah took one look at her and screamed the same scream she gave when she got near Santa. She ran to me crying and clung to me for dear life. She was terrified of this little old lady. Ok, so the lady wasn't the most attractive person I've seen, but she wasn't sporting a white beard or anything. And she didn't try to talk to her or hold her, but Hannah was scared nonetheless. I ended up just leaving because to me it was obvious that she was scared of the lady and I didn't want to offend her. So what's this all about? We have to work on this fear of old people. How will I ever be able to take her to Wal-Mart in the states???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-7706442120162697823?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/12/scared-of-santa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SUpLZBeZrLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5LwMlPw3iEQ/s72-c/230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-8141659123574889</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 10:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-16T20:28:33.351+01:00</atom:updated><title>Not much pomp and circumstance</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SUgBTJXrChI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7VamI5POc6c/s1600-h/graduation_cap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SUgBTJXrChI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7VamI5POc6c/s320/graduation_cap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280471991536257554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt has completed his bachelor's of science degree in Human Resource Management!!!! Matt is living proof of how difficult it is to complete a degree while working full time and having a family, but he persevered &lt;em&gt;forever &lt;/em&gt; and finished. Unfortunately, he won't be attending any formal ceremonies where I can snap some pictures of him in the ridiculous square board hat with a tassel hanging down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know this, I met Matt at a small junior college we both attended when we were 18 years old. Matt stayed there for a year before he decided to join the army. And now looking back, sure there are things he would have done differently if he could, but we are both happy that things turned out the way they did. The army has been a great career for Matt and our family. With retirement from the army just around the corner, it is an accomplishment to have the degree completed so he can shift his focus to the next stage of life. Congratulations, Matt. It was a long time coming, but you did it!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary on Sunday. We splurged and went to McDonald's for lunch. Crazy, I know. We really know how to live it up. We went to a huge mall that is not far from our house, but so did the other 4 million people that live in Naples. I'm not kidding, I have never seen so many shoppers in one place (and you all know I have done my fair share of shopping in my lifetime). Add Hannah and Tara to the picture and it doesn't make for a very romantic dining experience. So we all agreed on McDonald's to avoid the mass crowds and simplify the day. And I have to admit it was tasty. We rarely eat at the Golden Arches, so it was actually an out of the ordinary meal for us. Besides, we are saving up for our annual ski trip to Garmsich, Germany in January. We love Italian food, but we are all really looking forward to some good 'ole fried schnitzel and potatoes, bratwurst and beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-8141659123574889?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-much-pomp-and-circumstance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SUgBTJXrChI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7VamI5POc6c/s72-c/graduation_cap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-1002087550595903348</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T22:09:50.494+01:00</atom:updated><title>Thankful at Thanksgiving...</title><description>We had a good Thanksgiving holiday...we stayed home this year, except for one day in Rome. This is the first Thanksgiving since living in Europe that we didn't travel. We cooked all the traditional food and ate until we couldn't eat anymore. We discovered that Hannah loves turkey!! And all the fixins'...she ate potatoes, stuffing, green beans...she loved it all. Alex is usually my pickiest eater, but this year he seemed to like more of the food than in previous Thanksgiving feasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we met some friends in Rome for the day. One of our stops was Trevi Fountain. This is supposedly one of the romantic spots in Rome and the place to meet your bachelor or bachelorette. Romantics toss a coin over their shoulder, into the fountain, thinking it will give them a wish and &lt;em&gt;assure their return to Rome&lt;/em&gt;. Usually Alex will try anything to make his wishes come true, but when he heard about the &lt;em&gt;returning to Rome &lt;/em&gt;portion he refused to take part. He said he hopes he NEVER has to go to Rome again!!! In typical 13 year old boy behavior, he instead took a coin and threw it at the head of the statue in the fountain. Remember, Alex HATES, HATES, HATES to go sightseeing and thinks he has seen the world twice over. I wonder if he will always feel this way? So we have pictures of me and Tara tossing our coins over our shoulder. I hope to always be able to return to Rome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/STOjf0zpY3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/QO3u1qxbNBQ/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/STOjf0zpY3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/QO3u1qxbNBQ/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274739355727520626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/STOjfiyKgZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LdmLM1NkVcE/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/STOjfiyKgZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LdmLM1NkVcE/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274739350889464210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/STOkXnUMj9I/AAAAAAAAAck/zdbPmmw-tqQ/s1600-h/spanish_steps_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/STOkXnUMj9I/AAAAAAAAAck/zdbPmmw-tqQ/s200/spanish_steps_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274740314178621394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped at the Spanish Steps...another hangout for romantics. Instead of romance, our kids (along with our friends 3 boys) decided to race up and back down the steps and nearly took out a few tourist along the way. It was funny to see them running down the steps full speed, huffing and puffing. After the race, I made them go back and pose for a picture with Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/STOiwF66GrI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZV3BZTOmUE8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/STOiwF66GrI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZV3BZTOmUE8/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274738535687658162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it was a great holiday for us. And best of all, we had our Hannah with us. And it's our last Thanksgiving in Naples. YIPPEE!!! Now there are two things for which we are very thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-1002087550595903348?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankful-at-thanksgiving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/STOjf0zpY3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/QO3u1qxbNBQ/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-8561734811237399035</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 12:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T13:58:42.998+01:00</atom:updated><title>Pasta anyone?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SSv1VE8W-rI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SECovvkRZGY/s1600-h/Pasta+Friday+08+03jhljh7+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SSv1VE8W-rI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SECovvkRZGY/s400/Pasta+Friday+08+03jhljh7+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272577531220261554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SSv1UEdTKfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QGyd-R1Jm44/s1600-h/Pasta+Friday+08+064+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SSv1UEdTKfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QGyd-R1Jm44/s400/Pasta+Friday+08+064+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272577513910118898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SSv1Tn-4xlI/AAAAAAAAAbc/m1jnrp3suGw/s1600-h/Pasta+Friday+08+061+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SSv1Tn-4xlI/AAAAAAAAAbc/m1jnrp3suGw/s400/Pasta+Friday+08+061+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272577506266367570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SSv2Whg1TNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mbm3FwXKiAU/s1600-h/Pasta+Friday+08+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SSv2Whg1TNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mbm3FwXKiAU/s400/Pasta+Friday+08+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272578655580933330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-8561734811237399035?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/11/pasta-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SSv1VE8W-rI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SECovvkRZGY/s72-c/Pasta+Friday+08+03jhljh7+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-4805671435085978271</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-11T22:22:58.050+01:00</atom:updated><title>Portia...this one's for you!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SRn3JlxKG8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/fVYv3nre8Hg/s1600-h/tagged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SRn3JlxKG8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/fVYv3nre8Hg/s400/tagged.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267512983315684290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portia, on her blog has tagged me to write 7 weird or random facts about myself. When I read this I immediately panicked because quite frankly the pressure to think of 7 random facts about myself was difficult. I realize I must be the most ordinary person on the planet (maybe that should be my first random fact). Or maybe I'm so incredibly random and weird that I don't even know it. So after a few days of brainstorming (in between life with 3 kids) this is what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My bedroom is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a disaster zone. It always has been and probably always will be. I never put away clothes and my bedroom is my catch all for everything that does not have a ‘place.’ My bedroom door will forever remain closed when I have company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Which leads me to my next fact…my next house will be purchased based upon the size of the closets. I hate, hate, hate not having big closets and places to put my junk. It might be my dream house, but no walk-in closets, no deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I’m not admitting my age, but I can remember when my mom got our first microwave, our first VHS player, and even more shocking…I can remember owning and playing 8-track tapes!! As for the presidential election....I remember when Jimmy Carter was elected. Geez, I’m getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) As far as I’m concerned, chocolate is a food group. No seriously, I will wilt away and die without chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I do not have an athletic bone in my body. I am not a sports fan. But I do love watching Alex play sports. I love cheering him on from the sidelines. I love it when he wins and feel his disappointment when he loses. I’m his #1 fan (well, Matt might be his #1 fan, but I run a close number 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I lived in the same house until I was 16 years old and then we moved to another house 5 miles away. I went to the same high school that both my mom &amp; dad attended. I graduated with 47 people in my high school class. Nearly all of them I knew since kindergarten. Needless to say, I grew up in small town America (in Oklahoma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I love cowboys. My wonderful husband (who I love with all my heart) is NOT a cowboy. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so part of the rules state that I am suppose to 'tag' 7 of my friends. Honestly, I don't think I have 7 friends that will participate. I'm also suppose to link their blog to my blog and I have no idea how to do that. But at least tonight I can sleep without trying to think of anymore random or weird facts about myself. I can move on. Task completed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-4805671435085978271?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/11/portiathis-ones-for-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SRn3JlxKG8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/fVYv3nre8Hg/s72-c/tagged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-8733359410796614604</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2008 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-02T23:15:32.126+01:00</atom:updated><title>Trick or Treat...Hannah's first &amp; Alex's last????</title><description>I have always loved Halloween. I remember my Grandad taking me and my cousin trick or treating. I remember my Granny making some of my Halloween costumes. I remember the house across the street had lots of dogs and two really, really old people that lived in it. They gave us a dime instead of candy and we thought that was so strange and creepy, but we went back every year. And I remember the candy. Lots and lots of candy. Usually only a few really good pieces of candy, but that made the whole night worthwhile. For me it was, and still is, all about the candy!! I wonder what my kids will remember about Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Hannah a really cute little ladybug costume. I thought the ladybug costume was a cute idea given the symbolic meaning of ladybugs and Chinese adoptions. She obviously is not aware of the meaning of ladybugs and she certainly did not find anything cute about the outfit as she would have absolutely no part of it!! She did not like the feel of the costume (she has texture issues, but that's a different post) and she was absolutely NOT going to wear the costume without fits of rage. I even laid it out on the floor so she could just play with it...she would walk clear across the room to avoid it! It was so funny to watch how determined she was to not go near that strange feeling outfit!!! But fortunately, I had a back up...I had bought a little pumpkin sweatsuit this summer when I was in Oklahoma. So instead she wore it and was warm and comfy and didn't suffer any long term damage from my attempts at getting her to wear the ladybug costume. She had not been able to wear the pumpkin sweatsuit before Halloween night because it has been so incredibly warm here in Naples. We didn't take her trick or treating, but instead she stayed outside with me and and Matt while we passed out candy (we have to stand outside our building to pass out the candy and you cannot begin to imagine how many kids there are on this base). I thought she would be scared of everything, but she wasn't at all. Even the big scary costumes didn't scare her. She got to eat her fair share of candy while we were outside and she enjoyed that as much as us dragging her from house to house, holding her bag for her, and saying trick or treat for her. Next year she will have a better understanding of the tradition and I'm sure she will charge full speed ahead for her portion of the candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQ3GHaX_kWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/3-odVv2-4cw/s1600-h/178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQ3GHaX_kWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/3-odVv2-4cw/s400/178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264081370107318626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQ3GHf3JN0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/fjKpMFgjS6M/s1600-h/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQ3GHf3JN0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/fjKpMFgjS6M/s400/176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264081371580151618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex was a hippie this year. In addition to the annual trick or treating, he also went to a haunted house here on base. Afterwards he came home and said, "I think I'm either getting too old or the haunted house was just crap this year, because nothing scared me." I laughed and agreed that he might just be getting too old. After all, he is bigger than most of the dads passing out the candy! He loves getting the candy, but after this year he may just have to go to the store and buy his own. I remember Alex's first year of trick or treating. He was Winnie the Pooh. Then the following year he was Barney. Now here he is getting too old for trick or treating or attempts to make him scream in terror. Geez, the time goes quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQ3EDUjwAOI/AAAAAAAAAao/e8bx-0eh_Ew/s1600-h/181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQ3EDUjwAOI/AAAAAAAAAao/e8bx-0eh_Ew/s400/181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264079100803285218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara and her two best friends dressed up in the Chinese dresses I bought in China. Tara would go around telling people she was going to be a Chinese person for Halloween. Fortunately, everyone knows our family and knows the appropriateness of her wanting to be a Chinese person...she thinks she is too old to be a Chinese princess so instead she was just a Chinese person. I told her maybe someday Hannah could dress up as a Caucasian person. Not sure how that will go over??? Anyway, they did look pretty with all three of them dressed the same. Tara must still have a few Halloween years in her...she was still too scared to even go in the haunted house (even with her dad)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQ3FGyFkoaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ENmuZka7cjw/s1600-h/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQ3FGyFkoaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ENmuZka7cjw/s400/185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264080259781009826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last few days have been candy-filled. Hannah officially loves candy. She loves M&amp;M's, suckers, well, pretty much anything the kids give her. They have quickly learned they can't eat candy in front of her or they have to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-8733359410796614604?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-or-treathannahs-first-alexs-last.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQ3GHaX_kWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/3-odVv2-4cw/s72-c/178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-87441219318379736</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 16:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-26T17:13:33.142+01:00</atom:updated><title>No alarm clock needed</title><description>Obviously, Hannah didn't get the memo about the time change last night in Europe.  She was up bright and early at 6 a.m., which because of the time change was really 5 a.m.  That makes for one LONG morning.  We have all had very long talks with her today about sleeping a little later.  She just looks at us all like we are crazy.  And quite frankly, if she continues waking up at 5 a.m. I will officially go crazy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-87441219318379736?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-alarm-clock-needed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-8412452460909555573</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 09:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-24T12:41:51.410+02:00</atom:updated><title>Europe has ruined my children...</title><description>My kids HATE to travel. After nearly six years in Europe, they have absolutely no interest in seeing castles, churches, monuments, museums, or towers. They are finished with touring and want nothing more than movie theaters, American shopping malls, swimming pools and maybe an occasional amusement park. But when family comes to visit, a little traveling is necessary. My mom and Dennis were here last week and we decided to take a trip to Tuscany. I had to prepare Alex &amp; Tara WEEKS IN ADVANCE of our travel plans. We were only gone 4 days and 3 nights, but Alex simply could not understand why we would waste a perfectly good three day weekend to go to Tuscany!! (it was Columbus Day weekend so they were out of school) Plus we were going back to Pisa, a place they had already been....imagine the horror!!! Alex secretly begged my mom to tell me that SHE didn't really want to tour on the last day, but that instead SHE was ready to come back to Naples. He just knew that if GeeGee didn't want to stay that I would leave early. He said, "Come on GeeGee, take one for your grandkids." GeeGee has a soft spot for her grandkids, but I won out and we finished our touring. We went to Florence, Pisa, Volterra, Pienza and Montepulciano (small towns in Tuscany). It was a weekend full of sightseeing, Italian shopping, pasta and wine. Our kids worst nightmare, but somehow they survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQGhhn5_ASI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/lFKeP2FIJbE/s1600-h/oct2+08+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQGhhn5_ASI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/lFKeP2FIJbE/s400/oct2+08+077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260663438765392162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQGh31GrbII/AAAAAAAAAaA/WIBugvSdp3w/s1600-h/oct2+08+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQGh31GrbII/AAAAAAAAAaA/WIBugvSdp3w/s400/oct2+08+100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260663820265417858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like her big brother and sister, Hannah wasn't excited about seeing a tower that leans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQGip65YWGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ZD-h-ievSEo/s1600-h/oct2+08+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQGip65YWGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ZD-h-ievSEo/s400/oct2+08+064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260664680813713506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who is grumpier...Hannah or her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQGjcAucsOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/0QHoXjjVwmo/s1600-h/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQGjcAucsOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/0QHoXjjVwmo/s400/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260665541371932898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex wanted to take the picture rather than be in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-8412452460909555573?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/10/europe-has-ruined-my-children.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SQGhhn5_ASI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/lFKeP2FIJbE/s72-c/oct2+08+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-9212505319541104472</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-22T22:01:37.301+02:00</atom:updated><title>Long gone the lazy days of summer....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SP-GbcIuhaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/vuYTYvcUC2o/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Saturday2+1lkj33+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SP-GbcIuhaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/vuYTYvcUC2o/s400/Pumpkin+Saturday2+1lkj33+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070695759414690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SP-GbxuZq_I/AAAAAAAAAZg/0oFhSVAYTS4/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Saturday2+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SP-GbxuZq_I/AAAAAAAAAZg/0oFhSVAYTS4/s400/Pumpkin+Saturday2+156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070701554576370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SP-GcHDEC4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/zVq6_dzTzzE/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Saturday2+14jh4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SP-GcHDEC4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/zVq6_dzTzzE/s400/Pumpkin+Saturday2+14jh4+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070707278384002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SP-Gcqii89I/AAAAAAAAAZw/WeEYqj6W_oQ/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Saturday2+157+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SP-Gcqii89I/AAAAAAAAAZw/WeEYqj6W_oQ/s400/Pumpkin+Saturday2+157+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070716805673938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the lazy days of summer are long gone, even though the weather still feels like summer here in Naples. We are full force into fall activities and the craziness of busy schedules: Alex has football practice twice a week and he has had 2 football games (1-1). He also attends a Christian youth organization called Club Beyond. He has lots of homework and we are anxious to see if his straight A's continue in 7th grade. Tara does cheerleading twice a week and gymnastics once a week. She has cheered at a high school football game and a community event in the past few weeks. Matt is taking his FINAL TWO CLASSES to complete his Bachelor's degree. He works 60+ hours a week and taking these 2 classes is going to be a heavy load, so he is counting down the days until Dec. 14 when he is finished. I am staying busy with my Bible study group (PWOC). I am on the Board for the organization, so I have lots of added responsibilities besides just keeping up with my Bible study. PWOC has been my lifeline while here in Naples. Hannah just spends her days charming us all and making us laugh. Her personality is so sweet and she is really becoming quite the social butterfly...when it suits her. She certainly has a way of getting her wants and needs across. She is starting to say a few words...baby, bye bye, and our favorite of all...STOP. How appropriate that one of her first words would be 'stop'...you can tell she has 2 older siblings that love to pester and annoy her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting some pictures of our cute little pumpkin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-9212505319541104472?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-gone-lazy-days-of-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SP-GbcIuhaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/vuYTYvcUC2o/s72-c/Pumpkin+Saturday2+1lkj33+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-511666506190540571</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2008 06:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-01T22:23:01.080+02:00</atom:updated><title>3 months later....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SOPbgctebYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/egI96G0NTro/s1600-h/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SOPbgctebYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/egI96G0NTro/s320/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252282940953357698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah is such a sweet baby and has adjusted into our family amazingly well. She is adored by her big brother and sister (and her mom and dad) and has accepted her role as the baby of the family. She spends half of her time either upside down or being twirled, tickled or otherwise engaged in some sort of move to get her to laugh. She is well known by all the kids in the neighborhood and everywhere we go she hears "Hi, Hannah!!!" followed by someone wanting to hold her.  She certainly isn't lacking for any attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah LOVES:&lt;br /&gt;*the park and going down the slide...she climbs, runs and plays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shoes and going bye bye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sesame Street....yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*french fries and apple juice (go figure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*her thumb!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She squeals and runs to her daddy when he walks in the door at the end of his work day, but she is incredibly attached to her mommy. She goes to the church nursery one day a week while I go to a Bible study and she cries when I leave her, but she soon stops. She immediately runs to me when I go to get her and is very happy to see me. The nursery workers all rave that she is such a sweet baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is doing all the things an 18 month old baby should be doing, except maybe talking, which we know will come in time. She definitely understands everything we say to her. We stopped giving her a bottle and she has a mouth full of teeth so she can eat just about anything. She sleeps through the night, but still doesn't take long naps (boo hoo!). Some days she still takes 2 naps, but I'm working on getting her to just one long (hopefully) nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't gained much weight, but we think that is because she started walking immediately after we got her, so she is a baby on the move! She "donated" 5 viles of her blood to be tested for any medical concerns (that was NOT a fun day!) and has since received an absolute clean bill of health from the doctor. We are having to catch up on all her immunizations, so she will be getting lots of shots in the coming months, but she should be caught up by the time she is two years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often say to us that Hannah is a lucky little girl. We believe we are, in fact, the lucky ones. We feel like we have won the parent lottery.  She is a loving, happy little girl. She is full of life and laughter. There is no sadness, no grief, no signs of a painful beginning to life. She trusts us and has bonded with us completely and totally. We know that she is a true gift from God. There is not a day goes by that we don't thank God for her. We are so incredibly blessed to have her and to be her parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-511666506190540571?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-months-later.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SOPbgctebYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/egI96G0NTro/s72-c/IMG_0722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-6035670251895080753</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 09:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-29T11:56:23.512+02:00</atom:updated><title>Too tired to care</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SOCmQgMJSII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/AO6g83HXvTU/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SOCmQgMJSII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/AO6g83HXvTU/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251379967962990722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Hannah wasn't enjoying our lunch conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-6035670251895080753?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-tired-to-care.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SOCmQgMJSII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/AO6g83HXvTU/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-4814924165848357213</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-24T22:07:17.610+02:00</atom:updated><title>I'm guilty</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SNqd6bE5t2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/AcHiz7qUfCw/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SNqd6bE5t2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/AcHiz7qUfCw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249681942680024930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it, I'm one of those bad, bad mommies that uses TV as a babysitter. But before you call in the child psychologists to repair the damage or put me on the Dr. Phil show, let me explain... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a big TV watcher. My TV is rarely, if ever, on during the day. I have nothing against TV, I just don't watch it much. I can't stand the noise, so unless I'm actually sitting watching something, the TV is off. But I admit I have been actively promoting Sesame Street to Hannah. Not because I have strong feelings towards the show and it's "educational content", but because it is on at a convenient time. It comes on at 8 a.m. which is just a few minutes after Alex and Tara leave for school and usually the perfect time for me to either take a shower or get a few things done around the house. So for the past several weeks when Sesame Street comes on I get all excited and make a big deal of it and dance and sing along with the show. Well, for 2 weeks Hannah has had absolutely no part of it. She looks at the TV, looks at me, and off she goes to find her next potential disaster point. She couldn't care less about Big Bird, the Grouch, or Elmo. But I guess the power of marketing and persuasion finally got the best of her. Today, she actually sat through the entire show!!!! Do you realize that is 60 total minutes of uninterrupted ME time! It was amazing. So amazing that I had to keep walking in the living room every 30 seconds wondering what she was doing. I was sure she was not really watching TV. But for 60 whole minutes she sat there, sucking her thumb, holding her blanket and behaved like American children all over the country. She was glued to the TV. But it was Sesame Street, so don't stone me, ok? And I promptly turned it off at 9:00 and played with her. So have I traumatized her for life? Will she have to go on Oprah someday and talk about her horrible childhood of watching Sesame Street while her mom showered and put on make up? Somehow, I think she will survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-4814924165848357213?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-guilty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SNqd6bE5t2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/AcHiz7qUfCw/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232197107810450175.post-2527570607707566673</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-21T22:30:09.680+02:00</atom:updated><title>Scars from the battlefield...i.e. the skatepark</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SNauxVsgFdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Hz7Pz0jhsY4/s1600-h/IMG_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SNauxVsgFdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Hz7Pz0jhsY4/s320/IMG_0716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248574578407511506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SNauxrK2GMI/AAAAAAAAAWA/pMtVcJLHSwM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SNauxrK2GMI/AAAAAAAAAWA/pMtVcJLHSwM/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248574584171927746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has become quite the skateboarding enthusiast. I'm not overly thrilled with the sport as I know we are likely to spend some time in the E.R. because of some attempt to nail the quarter pike (or something along those lines). Thankfully, Alex's first battlefield scar didn't result in any broken bones, but he did get literally knocked unconscious and had a bump the size of a golf ball on his eye. Now it has turned a rather nice shade of blue, black and purple. Once he regained consciousness and realized he was going to live, he could hardly wait to go back outside (minus the skateboard) to show off his battle scars. Over a week later the bruise remains, all in time for school pictures tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for the record, Alex wanted me to take these pictures.  After all, they serve as great proof for any doubting skaters as to the extent of his injury.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3232197107810450175-2527570607707566673?l=babylinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://babylinton.blogspot.com/2008/09/scars-from-battlefieldie-skatepark.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marla)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g09auSVxu88/SNauxVsgFdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Hz7Pz0jhsY4/s72-c/IMG_0716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>